Thomas didn't concern himself with payment this early into an investigation. Some cases sure but when it came to the paranormal investigations he didn't bother until all was said and done. He could handle normal cases well enough. Paranormal ones he never knew if he'd be dead by the end of it all, hence why he didn't ask for payment. He could see that she was doing her best to keep a grasp on the situation but when it came to the supernatural, it was just better to simply just embrace the chaos and roll with it. Thomas had tried to make sense of it before and it put him in an institution. Understanding it drove you to madness and you either succumbed to the madness or you simply followed the rabbit hole down and found what was waiting for you. It was your only option. Some doors can't be closed once you open them. Magic, the supernatural, the paranormal, all of it; once you experience it you won't be able to go back to normal. You may try, but like a hangman's noose for a murderer, it's still waiting.

Thomas listened as she said that Keith's body had been buried last week. Well that wasn't necessarily a problem. He could call up a guy he knew who could exhume the body and he could do what was needed. However as he'd stated he could go to the warehouse. Either way he wanted to look over the crime scene and see if there was any evidence the police could have possibly over looked. It was unlikely but then again they didn't have his resources or his knowledge. He listened as she stated that she didn't want to go to the warehouse, too painful for her. He understood. "[b]It's alright. I should be able to take care of it from there[/b]" he said as she wrote down the address for him. He nodded when she commented that the warehouse abandoned and easily accessible. "[b]Well you have my number and I got yours. If I need you I will definitely call, however the same goes for you. If something goes bump in the night, call me immediately. No ifs, no ands, no buts[/b]" he said with a serious tone.

Blackgate watched as she grabbed her bag and offered her hand. He smirked a bit as she called him 'Mr. Blackgate'. "[b]You don't need to call me Mister Blackgate, you can either call me Thomas or you can call me Blackgate[/b]" he said with a chuckle as he gave her hand a firm shake. "[b]But regardless, I hope I can figure out what in the hell is going on[/b]" he said with a nod as she made her way out and onto the street. He sighed and grabbed his cigarettes, taking a cancer stick out and lighting it. He scratched his eyebrow as he made his way to the desk and hit stop on the recorder, taking a seat as he looked over the file on 'Gorr'Rylaehotep'. The file was more than a little thick. It was obvious that he'd been tracking this case, that and the case went back far. VERY far. They weren't dealing with some new age religion like Heaven's Gate or the Peoples Temple. This was something that stretched as far back as you could imagine. This was serious to say the least....very serious.