Eleanor nodded her head at the teams observations. It wasn't surprising that Edgar jumped straight to the possibility of a Norse connection. At times it seemed like the old man saw Odin under the bed. The fact that he was following his obsession didn't mean he was wrong and iced wounds were something that police or the preliminary coroners reports had picked up on. The others broadened the conclusion expanding the list of possible suspects. It was always good to get these impressions early before too much data was available, sometimes the more piece of random data you have the less pronounced the sequence in that data became. Surprisingly Val's insight was the most pragmatic and the only one that could be further addressed without getting out into the field.

"So far as we can tell, Tailor and Talbot never met each other, of course its possible they did and we simply have no record of it. Tailor was a high roller, six figures, ski vacations to Aspen, Talbot was basically a drifter, doing jobs for hire living hand to mouth most of the time," she explained, flashing through what limited biographical information they had been able to assemble. The Sunday Group didn't have access to the same resources that Law Enforcment did, though Eleanor had some contacts in both Law Enforcement and the Intelligence community, but she rarely involved them unless it was absolutely necessary. The last thing they needed was some climber at Langely deciding the the Invocation of Korzan Nekt was more accurate and cheaper than a drone strike and rending the veil asunder by accident. Fortunately with the advent of social media and a little judiciously applied cryptomancy, it was possible to gather a fairly reliable picture of most people.

"If either of them were practitioners," she went on nodding to Clive to show she was addressing his point, "They did a better than average time of hiding it." Initially her mind had gone on the same path as the former Ranger's. Tailor did seem like a candidate for some sort of dark pact, rising quickly with wealth and power accumulating with little effort and the chuckle and violent method of death would not be unheard of if he had reneged on a deal with a dark entity of some kind. That also might have explained why he choose to call his exwife if it were some sort of primogeniture arrangement, but Oliva West had no children and so far as Eleanor could determine had been separated from Tailor too long for him to have impregnated her in a way that fit the time frame. Also the killing of Talbot, if they were connected as Edgar had confirmed they were, wouldn't make sense in that framework.

"No major movements in bank accounts, Tailor did withdraw about ten thousand dollars the night before he was found dead, but that isn't out of character with him when he partied. Talbot had seventeen fifty in a Bank of America account that it looks like he lost the card to a couple of years ago."

"Unfortunately I think our next logical step is to head to Seattle and investigate what Tailor was doing there, I say Tailor rather than Talbot," she paused silently cursing the similarity of the two men's names. This kind of think never happened in a story where all the characters could be relied upon to have distinctive names.

"Because we have the phone recording from him and the Fargo police department... well they have dealt with us before and are likely to be less well inclined to aid us," she said with a massive understatement that made Edgar chuckle. 

"With that in mind, gather up what you will need, transport will be here in an hour and we will be wheels up by noon," she continued with Germanic efficiency that would have made Emmaline proud. She took a sip of coffee and grimaced. It really was terrible.