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She allowed Fynn to ramble on about his hideous creature cleaner for what seemed like hours. Really, they had work to do. Mal and Jaelle seemed to have gone to, she assumed, the gas station to speak to the witnesses, leaving them here to handle what else needed to be done. The magic maybe. There were voodoo elements to it. Plus, Fynn pulled the engine details of the car. Perhaps that would lead them to further clues.

Primrose was about to stop Fynn's rambling to suggest so before he made a very thinly veiled threat. If there was something that Primrose could not abide by, it was a threat. She had no doubts about her own abilities if it came to that, but she also didn't want to have to fight anyone if it could not be helped. "Did you just threaten me? Whatever is going on inside yourself needs a reality check. Keep your gross creature where it is supposed to be and we won't have problems. Now, are you going to continue throwing a hissy fit because your vacuum cleaner nearly got out or do you actually want to help us solve this case?"

As she walked over to the other side of the hallway, past Fynn, she paused and took a deep breath. She got a brief glimpse of her grandma who, after seeing that display, would chastise her. "Sugar, not salt, dear." Primrose turned back to face Fynn. "I am....sorry Fynn. That was out of line. It just surprised me, is all. I don't do well with bugs, mechanical or not." She decided that was enough for now. "Now, please, can we work on this case?"

Hopefully, Fynn would follow since she didn't know technology well. "I'm going to see if I can find a lead on the voodoo element. Can you see if you can find out more about the car since you have its data? That might point us towards where the man worked or frequented, at least."

Primrose debated pulling up Google to search for voodoo places nearby. They were in New Orleans, after all. That would be like asking to find a Starbucks. There was something on every corner. No for this, the results would have to be specific. Mal read the glyphs, so was the message a warning for the man or whoever found him? 

She took a shot in the dark. If this was a warning to others, perhaps there was an intended recipient of the message. After all, dead men rarely told tales (though sometimes they did). Was there a gang involved perhaps? Or a coven? A cult? She began punching information into the system. Maybe she would strike gold as she waited for Eleanor to return.