[h3]Derald Smith[/h3]
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Derald glances at his phone, his eyes widening at the clusterfuck unfolding from their investigation at Amari’s place. Apparently, A member of the Holy Church is already on the way there. Nothing about that spells good news as things escalated.

[color=00aeef]“Excuse me, pastor Gabriel, I have to take this,”[/color] Derald said, pointing at his phone, and excused himself as He went outside.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Derald muttered, his voice trembling with panic as he sprinted towards the bathroom.

He lights up his cigarette and leans on wall, this technique helps him calm his nerves and his mind. A self-hypnosis spell that makes him think more rationally.

The mobster sighs, resolve settling in. He knows what must be done to salvage this mess. He reaches for his other phone and calls in a hit from his underground criminal connections.

[i]“Hey, boss ma’am, it’s me. I’m cashing in my favor, You still have connections at Millhaven right?”[/i] Derald said, rubbing the back of his neck.
[i]“I like you to make a hit, a manhunt, I want him alive, A man named Lucas Anderson. ASAP”
“Make sure to bring only Men and some resistance, this guy is a sexual deviant. I don’t want your guys drooling over his incubus charm.”
“Yeah, I’ll send in his picture, and I want the boys to drop him off at this address. Thanks”[/i]

After that exchange of words on the phone, the young mobster’s stomach churns, knowing that with every favor he demands, Derald sinks further into debt with the Casade family. Derald lets out an exasperated sigh, pulls out his other phone, and texts off a message to the other mage detectives through Cipher.

[i]'Be ready. I have a potential inbound special package that might solve our problems. The root of all this: Mrs. Amari’s ex-husband. Morally, it's illegal to kidnap someone, but hey, desperate times. Meet you soon. P.S don't tell miss Fatma.'[/i]