[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Memorial Hospital [/center]

Felix breathed a sigh of relief as the man finally relented and he could tell wasn't going to treat him like some slobbering fool. As the man started rattling off numbers, he grabbed a pen and paper, jotting them down as best as he could, making sure they were what the man had said. Finally things were beginning to look up, a call through to the local station near the apartments would mean they'd be familiar with the current goings on nearby.

After the phone line went dead he took a deep breath, dialling in the number for station number 54, and letting the phone ring. he held it to his ear with a pained seething gasp. God his eye was killing him, probably what the girl had intended but he was still in pain from the murder of his eye, grateful it wasn't his actual murder. He breathed heavily as the phone rang, his mind finally gathering thoughts that would make him hopefully come off as rational this time.

His main fear was the apartment and all his belongings within. he had notes in there about the things he had found out in his own shoddy investigation. he'd lose proof down the drain if he didn't get the cops involved to ensure nothing sketchy had gone down. And his phone. the sooner he got his phone back the sooner he could contact Marc or Riley.