Ronnie's terse explanation didn't really clear much up, but that was par for the course with her. But Niklas knew most of the Rats in this area, he had to. Because he was technically in Squid territory there were only a select few Rats that came by. Just because the two gangs were usually on decent terms didn't mean that they traveled between each other's turf freely. He needed to know if a particular Rat was supposed to be on the turf, and he didn't think this one was suppo-
[i]Wait a minute, look at the face closer[/i]
Niklas stopped polishing glasses at the bar and shifted closer to the corpse.
[i]You've seen that face before[/i]
Something was very wrong. The sense of discomfort that Niklas had felt before shifted into a full-scale internal alarm. He needed to figure this out.
"Everyone except Ronnie and Quackshot, I need you to leave the bar. There's something up with this stiff, and I don't want anyone getting roped into something they don't want."
After saying this Niklas turned back to the body. He stared at the face for a minute or so when it finally hit him.
[i]This Rat was in your bar three weeks ago. He was laughing and drinking with a few other rats, plus some strange looking fella in a hoodie and leather leggings (you didn't get a good look at him).[/i]
Why was that setting off alarms though? Just because this guy was a former patron, Niklas shouldn't be this uncomfortable.
[i]He's dead[/i]
Clearly he was dead, why was that an issue?
[i]No, he was dead three weeks ago. They found his body two days after he was at your bar[/i]
Shit, there it was. Maybe he had a twin? Twins were rare in the Gutter, but it could be possible. But the resemblance was uncanny, even the scar on the nose was the same.
"Quackshot, I need you to help me look at this corpse, closely. Tell me if anything at all seems wrong with it, other than the obvious."