Estelle tears the stake out of Cole's chest, throwing it on the floor as she leans on her elbows, staring at his broken form on a table. "Sooooo, talk to me Cole. Who wanted us dead?"
"No one–" He says, causing Estelle to smile, and put a hand over his mouth, "He's lying Kat! I don't like it."
"Well, maybe he didn't know you could tell when he lies. He should keep that in mind now that he's on strike two." Katherine says quietly approaching, "Strike three and she starts getting really creative." Katherine takes her knife out gently tapping it against Cole's skin, not cutting, but tracing intricate patterns. "You don't really want to see what our art looks like.
Cole glares, "Fucking animals." Bringing an even broader smile to Estelle, almost making her bounce excitedly on bare feet.
"Alright, lets ask again, who sent you to kill us." She growls, glaring at him with glowing eyes. "Answer." Her voice oddly skips, reverberating as he stiffens.
"Hidden contact, said you'd be there when you were, fifty bands for you, a hundred and fifty for her." Cole answers, almost robotically, staring at Estelle.
"He almost got a quarter million for killing us, isn't that sweet." Katherine says with a smile, "Gives a new meaning to know your worth." She stares at Cole, but backs off with the knife now that he's cooperating. Pulling out her notepad and a pencil from her trench coat she starts to write that down.
"Yeah! Alright, next question." Estelle actually brings out her phone, swiping to notes as a full, five hundred question list appears, scrolling through it as she finds another one. The note is titled "V-Interrogation Questions". "Oh here we go! So, I know you're an Anarch, but the guy or gal or thing who hired you, describe them."
Cole frowns, but can't see a way out yet, "Shadowy, couldn't see much." This makes Estelle tilt her head, "Shadowy as in dark, or as in like…black moving things around him-Alright I'm just gonna assume a dude."
"Just dark, never met him outside of alleys or phone calls." Estelle looks over to Katherine at phone calls, raising an eyebrow. "You got anything for that?"
"Did he have a phone on him? Stake him so I can check." Katherine says walking back over. "I might have a guy who can run the number, hopefully."
Following Katherine's direction, Estelle shoves a stake back into the vampire, stiffening him. This time Katherine does a full body pat-down, then from her trench coat pulls a ziploc bag full of latex gloves, starting with the mouth and doing a full body cavity check, finding a small packet of what was most likely cocaine, loose bills, some pocket change, the wallet from before, and two cellular phones.
She swipes on it with a smile, "Not that you'll get to learn from this mistake, but always have a pin, never fingerprints or face id." She points it at his face and it opens up. Very quickly she trawls through data and texts, using extensive use of the search feature, and a keyword list from her own phone looking and cross referencing things.
"Here," She says handing the phone to Estelle, "That number talks about 150+50, call log shows back and forth, so either a burner phone just for calling him or related. Map direction history shows that most of the Alleys are in Compton, so probably works out of there." It had taken maybe ten minutes tops.
"Outta curiosity." Estelle asks, "The calls, they all under six minutes?" She frowns, trying to see if that's said anywhere on screen.
"Yep, I'd have to check each one, but that's the trend, probably picks up, gets a location, goes for a meet. Texts are just confirmation of numbers so it's written down." Katherine explains, moving parts of the phone around, "Impromptu contract for these types."
The vampire's lip curls in distaste, "Then they know what they shouldn't, six minutes minimum time for our trawlers–Vampire made trawlers to pick up conversations." Estelle's taking this more seriously now.
"That's very interesting." Katherine says calmly, "So to re-cap Cole, here is about how deep in the shit you are. You tried to kill a fellow kindred, you tried to kill someone who can see the future, you've just been caught talking to someone with very specific knowledge they maybe shouldn't have. You also interrupted what was going to be a lovely night of spooning. This is not looking good for you getting a quick and easy death. Just saying." She pulls the stake out, and then looks at him in the face. "I'm going to list off names, a short list of names, and you're going to listen to each one, and then tell me if it rings a bell." She flips through a note-pad.
"Jason Lapinelli. You know him, yes or no?" She looks at Cole, who responds "No." Okay, not her dead partner.
"Miranda Watson." She looks at Cole, who responds "No."
They go back and forth with names, almost two hundred in total as she meticulously lists off each person in her precinct, before finally reaching the name she didn't want to say. "Jared Ox." Then he looks away. "Alright, so you can't say it?" She says looking at the vampire closely.
"Ox is the precinct Captain," She says to Estelle, "Kind of back where we started I think."
"Maybe." Estelle smirks, "Maybe not." She snaps her fingers in front of Cole's eyes, "Hey, Cole. Tell me if you had to watch some tapes recently." Cole freezes, something like a paradox in his brain paralyzing him. He can't speak, can't even move. "Now that's a hell of a confirmation. Where'd the LAPD get their hands on those?" She mumbles to herself, thinking quickly, a keen look to her, sharp mind racing through decades of facts.
"This idiot's not getting paid for the job, he's probably not even meant to succeed." Estelle growls, "His brain's been turned inside out with stolen tapes, we made 'em way back, kinda like what I do, but analog." She's frowning, thinking quickly again, "Your old boss, he was in on the trafficking rings and shit?"
Cole didn't answer, whether out of choice or some other force was unclear. Something about tapes made Katherine's neck buzz in a very unpleasant way, looking at the two she bit a nail, "Tell me about these tapes really quick? They fuck with your head? How?"
Estelle looks over, "They're audio-visual messes. Gotta weaken a mind before you can order it around, its why we left him with a fire for an hour. Snuff, torture, images, screams, etcetera." She describes, "Almost infrasound beneath it, repeated commands more or less."
There's a quietness to Katherine and a scowl starts to form, "So… Pouring over surveillance tapes in a place with a lot of violent crime or worse, looking for identifying features would do it?"
"Forensic techs are usually easy. Yeah." Estelle admits.
Her scowl deepens, "Then what happens?"
"If you fight the Dominate, it'll… wear you down, take chunks out of you till it runs out of steam." It's a very confident explanation, "If you don't, it'll settle in long term, the command won't wear out if it keeps being given." She's worried now, looking at Kat with a cool, collected concern on her face.
"Would you remember it?" She asked, suddenly writing it down, all of it. "Captain Ox had me watch an extended 'interrogation' of a concealed informant that got outed, eight hours all together. Fell asleep during, woke up at home, just assumed it was a long day."
Shaking her head, "Not necessarily, no. Wiping memories isn't horribly complicated." Estelle frowns finally. ""Anyone with a decade or two of Dominate experience can do it."
"Can vampires ever go out in the sun?" Katherine asked, now scribbling even faster, more furious and focused.
"Thinbloods, yeah." The vampire looks as if she's coming to her own conclusions, "Vampire's born of already weak blood, what my grand childe's would be."
She pulled up her chart on her phone, looking at the peaks and pits, the dissociative moments, the anxiety, delusions, hallucinations, and paranoia. "What happens if someone is like that long-term? To their head."
"If they're fighting it?" Estelle asks, trying to place what is being asked.
"You keep ripping memories out, tell them to do something, rip it out, tell them to do a new thing, rip it out." She says, paranoia now buzzing like an angry hive of wasps.
"Breakdown of mental cohesion, psychotic breaks, lapses of memory, anxiety, panic, paranoia, violent episodes, plenty of other things." Estelle's fangs are out, eyes glowing with a thrumming anger.
As she lists them off, she looks at Estelle, letting her face communicate what she's thinking, why she's currently seething. "Sounds familiar, yeah?"
"I'm gonna go kill a police captain, sound good?" Estelle shoved off the table, stomping up the stairs.
"Yeah, I know where he lives." She says quietly getting her things. "Oh," She flicks open a zippo, "Do we need him anymore?"
"Burn em." Estelle growls from the stairs.
She tosses the zippo onto the staked corpse. Watching as the Zippo lands first burning a bit of cloth, then like a spark of gunpowder the body underneath ripples with flames that spread out. All parts of the creature now burning, no screams, just silent paralyzed horror as the flames lick their skin into waves of black fatty smoke. There's a familiar smell in the hair, of cooked meats, somewhere between bacon and almonds. She spits onto the grass with anger once she sees the treated stake in a pile of ash. Then retrieves her Zippo
Katherine gets into the Firebird, after checking her bullets and magazines again as Estelle turns on the engine. "Before we go, we need to hit up a gas station."
"Sure thing." Estelle rolls forward, covering ground fast before slipping in front of a gas pump, starting to fill her engine whilst waiting for Katherine.
Katherine purchased a fifteen gallon container of Gasoline, a thirty pack of glass beers, and a 250 count box of styrofoam. Then she fills the container. "If we're fighting vampires, better to be a bit prepared, plus I want to burn down his house." She jams the cups in and makes a gross glue she transfers into the beer bottles and stuffs with rags.
"It's gonna be easy, thinbloods aren't like us." She growls, "Fragile bleeders. Almost human." Estelle's fingers are rapping a pattern on the steering wheel, violence crawling out of her.
"I still want to burn down the house." She says calmly once all thirty bottles are filled in a very focused practice. Each one is carefully placed back in the box and then put in the back of the car. She looks directly at the Gas station camera before getting in. "Let's go."
The Firebird screams through the streets, following gestured directions from Katherine. The clock on the stereo which Katherine knows is two minutes slow reads two fifty-three. She looks at Estelle and says, "Behind the muscle car parked across the street."
Their own vehicle slams to a stop in front of a large two story home in a wealthy neighborhood. Without saying anything to Estelle, she takes one of the bottles and lights it. Stepping out she opens fire on the back window, shattering it, then throws the lit molotov inside. Something in there burns almost instantly, while the driver rolls out littered with bullet holes. She tosses a second molotov on him as well. "Two down." She then points at the house.
"You go for 'em. I'll handle the company." Estelle glares at an incoming vehicle, eyes glowing behind the sunglasses. Growling out "Brake!" As it nears, forcing it to skid out and smash into a light post.
Katherine easily clears the small decorative fence, and moves to a light jog. The front door is locked, and she very quickly unlocks it with the bump key, instead of kicking the door open. Her eyes scan the room, someone steps out from around the corner, and she fires, three shots. "Sorry Melissa." She says, as a middle aged woman in a bathrobe crumples to the floor.
She puts a stake in the cooling warm corpse just in case. Confirm every kill, sweep, check angles. There's movement now, up stairs. She says in a loud voice, "Jared Ox, you're under citizen's arrest for fucking with my head." She looks down an Melissa, "Your wife is having a closed casket funeral."
Three more shots.
She moves up the stairs slowly, angrily, methodically. First room, kids, scared girl, "If you leave this room I'll have to shoot you." She says calmly, before closing the door, locking it behind her.
"Jared, your kids out here, still going to run and hide?" Katherine keeps walking forward, scanning for movements for something out of place. Another door, Master bedroom. She lights a molotov as she moves to clear the room when she hears a window open in the bathroom. Moving with fury she kicks that door open to find a terrified pasty man with a douche-bag hair cut and skinny arms that seem a bit too lanky. He's in his boxers and now cowering in the bathtub. "Say a word and I might drop this." She says pointing at a lit molotov. "Want to see if your fuckery is quick enough to stop getting lit up like the fourth of july?" He's about to say something, so she shoots him in the throat. The molotov had made him… Pause. She takes the rag out and puts in on the sink.
Her neck tingles her whole body is nerves as she points the gun to finish this, but something stops her. Another stake, she plunges it into his chest and the man freezes, "Oh look at that. Vampire. Funny that." This was taking too long. The stairs wouldn't be soon enough, she was in here for an angry amount of time. She hefts his corpse over her shoulder and rolls him out the bedroom window down to the front yard, before climbing out as well, not bother with the stairs. Outside she hears… Something, and sees more cop cars in the distance. The house starts almost screaming "CENTRON ALARM. CENTRON ALARM." Katherine's sprinting off the roof, and landing into the grass below.
Estelle's on the curb, staring at incoming cars, black veins fully crawled over her throat as she glares at them.
"No more magic," She says to Estelle for reasons she didn't quite understand, "Bad… Something. You'll need it for later." It… Sounded right. Her brain hummed angrily that the car was in the wrong spot. The car shouldn't be there, it should be over a few feet. She picked up the car keys of the car with the two dead vampires, and quickly hopped in blocking off the middle of the street. Then hopped out after shooting both tires on one side. She picked up the Captain and threw him in the trunk. "Let's go."
The engine roars down the road, Firebird screaming past other cars.
As they peel off in the Firebird, Katherine looks behind her, and sees a cop car just knick the side of the car she put in the road, causing it to swerve. A second one slams into that, as a slow pile-up of fetid bacon starts in the middle of the street, now so choked with cars, no-one could get around it.
It's a ride that has Estelle grinning, black veins evident on her arms, chest and neck, blood power flowing through her. "You wanna go home, or hit up a bar first?" She asks, bouncing the foot not used to accelerate.
Something in her head still buzzed, mad, overly mad and paranoid. It screamed not too relax. "Is there a third location we can take him too? I don't want to take him anywhere near where I live for some reason. Everything says I shouldn't relax, that I need to do something Now. Though it's very unclear on the what."
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"I gotcha." She turns down a second road, "We'll be driving for a minute, got a place outside the city. Flower preserve, you know?"
She nods, "It might be an over-night trip," She didn't know why it felt like that, but it was a possibility not certain.
"You'll keep me safe?" Estelle asks, curious.
She leans over and kisses Estelle, "I'll watch over you the entire time. Draw a picture to show you when you wake up."
The drive is calm, as soon as it drifts past the urban sprawl and into something more suburban, a level of panicked energy drifts away, leaving just the road ahead. Estelle says, "It's about two hours, sunrises is in three and a half. I'll be teachin—"
"It's in three hours, seventeen minutes according to google." Katherine's write down more numbers into her notebook, taking careful time to note everything she was observing to double check.
She smiles at the paranoia, "I'll be teaching you how to blackout a house, this one's not done yet."
"Eleanora taught me." Katherine said quietly. "The gas station didn't have caulking or anything to triple check light leaks, sorry."
"Ah, make my unlife easy." Estelle relaxes into the car seat, continuing forwards. "And if that bad feeling of yours keeps going, let me know, alright?"
"Definitely, unfortunately, I can't talk to him directly, tried to say something to me when I cornered him in the bathroom. Don't know if it was magic or begging. This is just paranoia feeling, not magic feeling." She explains, trying to focus on the difference between the two. "Less buzzing more dread, less sure."
A lonely house just off the roadside is where they both stopped, having gotten off the highway a long while ago. It's ancient, assembled with boards and nails. "This is...it."
She opens the trunk with the staked vampire with a ragged hole in his neck. "Will this kill him? Do we have to wait before he can talk again?"
"Probably won't, feed him my blood, he'll wake up fast." She answers, shaking her head. "And try not to explore the house too much, it's got creepy weird things that'll definitely make you think I'm crazy in it." Estelle smirks, hiding an anxiety that only Katherine's keen ears catch onto.
"I'm probably going to be sitting on the front porch with a beer and a gun. Good sight lines for once." She says calmly, eyes narrowed. Rage building inside threatening to consume her senses.
Estelle joins her, tapping a finger on her leg the whole way. The inside of the house is dusty and filled with gossamer in the corners. Bloodstains have soaked into the floorboards and cruel blades line tables. "Hey, let me be the angry one!" Estelle laughs, looking at Katherine with worry. "You're the cute one, remember?"
Katherine smiles at her, "I forgot for a second, I hope I'm still cute even though I just immolated two people and a housewife."
There's a look of absolute focus from Estelle, tinged with glowing light, "Oh wow, I think I just fell in love." She mumbles, unintentionally loud.
"I hope you're not playing catch-up the entire time we're together," Katherine kisses her gently on the forehead, "I've been there a while." That line was memorized though for something else, and she couldn't help but be proud of her execution.
"I think I just realized what it's been the whole time." She licks a fang in a nervous or excited gesture. "I'm gonna keep saying it, alright?" Estelle giggles darkly, following Katherine.
The Captain was deposited in what could best be described as a torture room, with a steel table, linoleum floor, sharp tools, a buzz saw, chains, and blood splotches everywhere. The smell was dirty, dank, and coppery. While the atmosphere sent tiny shivers down the spine with a supernatural coolness to it. Katherine spiked the Captain on the table — like a football —slamming him against the steel. She left the stake inside, so he could just look at his panicked eyes.
"When you were making a little puppet," She snarled at him, "And she was going just a bit crazy where'd you see that going? Did you think, oh she'll just get killed at the docks? Oh she's still useful, we'll just wait for her to off herself in an apartment, or was that one of your orders that I just fought against." With an unbridled fury, she pressed the gun against one of his fingers, firing it off. Knowing he couldn't answer.
"I don't know what was shit I had already had going on, what was shit from my new magic powers, and what was shit from your shit-baggery. That makes me very very upset." She said angrily, firing into his leg with a gun, and watches the blood slowly drain out of his pasty white leg.
"Since I have no way of knowing if you have a killswitch or any other way of controlling me, I'm going to leave you with my very hot girlfriend. I know, Lesbians move fast, we're just like that." She fires again into the leg, even though he's still staked and frozen, "Or at least that's what the stereotypes online say. Anyways, you're going to tell her what people did to me, why they did it, and where to find them. If you don't well…"
She looks at the man in his boxer shorts, "No-one knows where you are, we can talk for months, or years even." She puts the gun to his paralyzed head, "I like journaling, I'll turn you into a diary carve every fucked up thought that might be your fault into your skin." Then she looks to Estelle, "Love you, hugs and kisses!" And turns to leave.
Estelle shrugs, "Fine by me, isolations worse than a knife." Grabbing Katherine's hand and walking off with her, door swinging closed heavily behind them. "You wanna like, go on a date tomorrow night? Leave him to rot? Bring along Eleanora too, I do like her."
"Yeah, it'll be nice." Katherine said with a smile. "I have a lot of fun with both of you, but I feel like I've been ignoring her lately, so it'd be nice to all go together."
Then quieter, leaning into Estelle she said, "They took my mind, and I don't know what they did with it. I'm going to make them pay." And she kisses her on the cheek. "So I might be very scary when it's time for that to happen. Don't judge me please."
"Kat, that's what I like." She whispers back, giddy with the thought. "Like I said, I love you, okay?" She squeezes Katherine, looking out to the surrounding wilderness. "Now, you mind helping me nail curtains to a wall? I don't wanna cook tonight." Estelle gestures to a door that's slightly less aged, with a smell of just dust instead of grime and filth in it.
Katherine helps Estelle light proof the house, though she notes that Estelle double checks her work a few times to make sure that Katherine knows what she's doing. It doesn't bother her really, she likes having the second set of eyes. It goes faster, with two hands, and Katherine makes sure to text Eleanora what happened, where they are, and why. She considers sleeping before remembering she has watch. Instead she grabs a portable battery pack, plugging it into her phone and sitting on the front porch with a handful of Dexedrine. To watch over someone she cares about as they sleep.
The California sunrise is a sight to behold, rare to fully enjoy in a city. It stream beams between trees, bathing everything in a growing warmth. It's a blur of daylight as Katherine stares out at the distant highway, watching the shapes of cars blitz past.
Hours are simultaneously painfully slow and unbelievably fast, time passing in a perceptual mess, daylight almost foreign now. Still, eventually, without much of anything happening, a calm and uneventful day gives way to night in an orange sundown, almost a beckoning warning to the world, a lighthouse in the sky promising danger, promising the dark's arrival.
It's comforting when the moon rises up, a peaceful circular stone compared to the burning inferno of a sun casting heat into the world. It's rise beckons something happier, the rise of a lover. When the moons risen to the right point, Katherine stands up, tiredness drifting away with an excitement to see who she loves.
A wire slips out of a near-dead portable battery as she moves, pushing through the doorway, the door swinging and creaking audibly, old wood and unoiled hinges combining. The central room is avoided in a quick series of steps as the bedroom door is opened, pushing towels stuffed underneath out the way and revealing taped over windows and blackout curtains alike.
Estelle is shifting, one hand on a leg as she stretches for the night, grinning as Katherine comes in, "Missed me?" She chuckles with a dark warmth, voice deep with the pressures of just now awakening. Glimmering orange eyes catch onto Kat, beckoning her closer.
"Always," She says quietly, feeling a bit more put together after a day of thinking, "I texted Eleanora to call me after Elysium and I caught her up. Didn't want her worried, also it's getting close to pick up the cat from the breeder." There's a warmth in her voice that has an echo to it. Like it's being shouted in an empty hallway. "News are having a field day, I looked directly at a Gas Station cam before we left. Someone doesn't want it known that I'm involved, and doesn't want people to know the Captain was kidnapped. Calling it a murder on the news."
"My gut says Nos, but this reads more…normal." Estelle considers, "Whole department?-No, someone in a position to dictate cases. Fed's gonna look at this, so it has to be someone they won't check." A quick, rapid fire logic as she moves from idea to idea.
"FBI doesn't trust uniform cops at all," Kathrine adds, "Knows we, well they're crooked top to bottom. Only thing I could think is maybe someone in Internal Affairs trying to throw them off their back but even then. Internal Affairs is not exactly a regulatory committee, in the same way Human Resources isn't exactly there for the employees benefit." She lights a black and mild again, letting the champagne flavoring roll over her tongue.
"Yeah, exactly. And our jackass over there's not a breather. So…" Estelle glares at a wall, letting her mind catch up. "I feel like this is something like IA, maybe their chief or whatever it's called. Power grab? Immortality grab? Feel stupid, but it's mortals with no idea what they're touching probably."
"If it's regional, it'll be the Special Agent-in-Charge. If it's just the Captain and our little area it'll be the Senior Special Agent. I doubt it'd just be a single Special Agent, they don't exactly have that kind of pull. They barely have enough pull to do their jobs."
"Perfect, then we got an idea of the politics here. Someone's working a network. Bribing with vampirism? Vampire blood? Both…they have a source–'' There's realization in Estelle as she pounces for her phone, "Lemme check Shrecknet, one sec." She taps away at it, "LA disappearances. For, uh, vampires." Estelle clarifies, scanning through what looks like a forum.
"I'll check the website see how many Homicides were reported so far as well, we can cross reference your vampire numbers with that." She starts thumbing to the LAPD's website, "Twenty four this week."
"In the last two years, we've lost six Kindred. Of those, four are confirmed ash, one's still missing, one was found working for the other side." She growls at that, annoyed, "The one missing was a kid, two years a vamp at that point. Vanished…January of '22. No firm date, coterie mates put this up that month"
Katherine feels like a turncoat should be surprising, but traitors are like bedbugs, they're everywhere and they spread. "Do you know where he lived roughly?"
"No, but his buddies put their contacts here, lets go shake 'em down." She shows two phone numbers and an email, "Call 'em?"
"Me? They'll hear the cop in me," she says with a laugh.
"They've been vampires for four years. It'll be lucky if they know how to drink blood." Estelle laughs, "Think teenagers."
With a nod, she presses in the phone number quickly, it rings a few times and then someone picks up on the other end.
"Hey, who is this?" A soft male voice answers.
"I'm Kat, I'm calling about your missing friend. I just wanted to know what area they stayed around on a hunch." She says rather directly, trying to sus out what level these people were on.
"Oh, uhm, are you from…the site?" They show some intelligence, but then immediately fail by giving a yes or no question. Estelle wasn't kidding.
Very low level, she realized rather quickly, "Yeah, but I don't really want to talk specifics over the phone. Actually, you don't even have to tell me just… Hunch, was it between Adams and Jefferson, over by the elementary school?"
"Uhm," The hesitation may as well be a yes.
"So really quick before I hang up, I'm going to give you some life lessons. If someone calls you about some illegal shit, don't ask 'are you from the place illegal stuff happens?' If it's someone who's trying to lie to you, they're just going to say yes right? Actually, write that one down after I hang up. Second, if you're not sure about an answer, instead of hesitating, just ask an aggressive question. 'Who are you?' or 'What's this about?' or 'I'm not answering anything until you tell me more.' All of those are good. If I wanted info to kill or hurt you, you'd be dead." Katherine didn't know why she was wringing them out, but it felt… Right, "Also, fucking… Look up a defense attorney youtube channel. They'll give you tips on how to act when you get cold calls like this, or someone knocking at your door, or really… Anything. It's free advertising for them and makes their lives easier. You've got an eternity ahead of you do some research and learn some common fucking sense."
"I-i, sorry?" He apologizes on the other end nervously.
"No worries!" She said in a chipper voice, "You have a nice night now, Okay?" Then she hung up.
"That was pretty cute, you think they're single?" Estelle chuckles, leaning back into the bed, staring at the ceiling as she plans.
"What, me and Eleanora aren't enough?" Katherine says with a laugh, "God I hope not, I'm praying they have someone smarter looking out for them."
"Hopefully a good sire, always rough when they just drop you like a hot potato." She mumbles, "And sometimes I want, you know, a soft and bashful guy, its different." Estelle smirks at the idea before rolling off the bed and beginning to move to a bathroom.
"Iiiiick." Katherine said quietly, "Men. Okay, that's not fair, there's an occasional good one." Clearing her head a bit, she gestured vaguely south. "That area is pretty over policed, so if they got off'd by a cop, it'd be around where they live."
"We aren't going tonight, we've got a date." She laughs from the bathroom, running a shower for herself. "Besides, give it a day or three to cool off. Right now, city is a hive for anyone packing heat, or a Firebird."
Katherine nods, "So not my work uniform." She says with a laugh, "Alright, I didn't bring a fresh set of clothes, you want to swing home so I can get dressed into something cute? It'll be worth it I promise, you haven't seen me done up yet."
Through the rushing water, Estelle chuckles, "You don't have to beg me to drive you around, Kat. You're my favorite passenger princess."