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[color=9e0b0f][b]A GOD AM I…[/b][/color]
 
Swan frowned upon reading the bloody message on the wall. The Boss was right; whoever this killer was, he definitely had delusions of grandeur.
 
The pale haired woman turned her eyes away from the bloody letters on the wall and moved them towards the mutilated corpse that was lying upon the blood-stained carpet. It was a gruesome sight, one that had one of the newer Breadwinners that was escorting her almost lose his lunch upon seeing it. But for Swan, a corpse was just a corpse, nothing but bone and gristle and leftover meat; in other words, nothing to get so excited over. Besides, she had seen worse.
 
After a few moments of examining the bloody chunks that were once the man’s face, she turned her bored expression over to the front desk clerk who had been bodily dragged from his office and up to the crime scene by her escorts. Although the two men in suits were mortal and thus usually no match for a Tale, even one as scrawny and impotent looking as the clerk, the fact that both were armed with a shotgun and automatic rifle kept the man behaving properly.
 
“Whose room was this?” Swan asked. The skinny man was the employee who worked the front desk during the past few weeks. 
 
“L-look, I told you guys before! I don’t fuckin’ know okay?” The tale grumbled out, his demeanor trying very hard not to look shaken. Unfortunately his attempts were useless as he was sweating bullets while under Swan’s cold gaze, not to mention the two gun barrels of the goons behind him. “The l-ledger’s gone.”
 
“So you’ve said,” Swan drawled, her blue eyes never blinking as she continued her hard glare. “And you honestly want us to believe that you’re so stupid and such a fuckup that you would forget who it was that you rented this room out to?”
 
“I-”
 
“You’re not running the Ritz here, friend,” Swan continued, cutting the manager off. “You get what? Two or three new rentals a week in this shithole? And you have, what? Twenty to thirty tenants? You’re actually telling me that you can’t remember who you rented this room out to? Because from the state of this body,” she kicked at the corpse’s leg just so the clerk knew the exact corpse she was referring to, “he can’t have been dead for more than two days.”
 
Swan stepped over the body and approached the trembling clerk, her eyes narrowing into angry slits. “I suggest you get that pea brain of yours working again, and answer my damn question. Who. Did. You. Rent. This. Room. TO.”
 
The clerk gulped. “M-ma’am, look, I swear I don’t-”
 
Swan’s fist lashed out in a quick, hard jab that smashed into the clerk’s belly, her hard knuckles digging into the soft flesh directly under his left ribcage. The clerk coughed out loudly in pain and fell to his knees, trousers becoming stained by the drying blood. Swan may not have been the strongest Tale, but she definitely knew where to hit a man to make it hurt.
 
“The next time you lie to me, I’ll have my friend with the shotgun blow off your right kneecap.” Swan crouched over the coughing, weeping man, then cruelly grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head up as she began to scream right into his face. “WHO DID YOU GIVE THIS ROOM TO?!”
 
“I-I don’t know his name, I swear!” The clerk coughed out, his eyes red and wide with fear. “He was some guy in a hoodie, it was dark I couldn’t see his face! Th-the freak didn’t even say nothin, he just passed me a note asking for a room. He also gave me two hundred bucks to get rid of the registry.”
 
Swan frowned. “Where’s this note?”
 
“I… I threw it out, along with the log book. Please! I swear, if I knew he was messing with Mr. Ginger I would never have helped him! I just needed the money, please!”
 
Swan let go of the clerk’s hair and the Tale fell flat on his face onto the messy carpet. She then stood up and walked to the two men she had come here with. 
 
“Fredricks,” she said looking over to the goon with the shotgun. “Take this sorry sack of excrement,” she indicated the weeping clerk behind her, “back to the hotel. Let the boys over there work him over. They might get him to say a bit more.” The man nodded, then tugged the scrawny Tale up to his feet and began dragging him out of the room.
 
“Kowalski,” Swan said to the goon with the assault rifle. “I doubt this dump gets its garbage picked up regularly. I saw some dumpsters out back. Go in there and look for the note that asshole threw out.” 
 
Kowalski gave her a disbelieving look. “Seriously?”
 
It only took one cold look from Swan to get him rushing out towards the dumpsters.
 
The pale blond woman sighed before leaving the room herself. She straightened out her white coat as she stepped out of the building, headed to the dingy streets outside. 
 
She needed more information.