When Desmond pulls up out front of the club, Amanda is quick to get out. She marches up to the door, she knocks on it. Ignoring signs if there are any.

Desmond is right behind her once he has parked the car, stopping beside her at the door, looking around as he waits for any sort of response.

((in any case))

The two will find the door to the club open, leading down dimly-lit concrete stairs to the club below.  The tinny music of an old stereo waft up the stairwell along with a few muffled voices.

Downstairs about a dozen volunteers are working on painting and refurbishing the club.  A large boombox sits on the bartop, playing a mix of various goth, industrial, and punk artists.

Seeing the door open and hearing sounds from inside, he leans in to peek in down the stairwell.

"Seems to be open." Glancing back to Amanda before he begins to venture down the steps.

Amanda is right behind him. Her eyes carefully survey the area around her. She nods to the aritist, but was looking for someone with answers. She certainly didn't want to get anyone's hackles raised. She waits until someone get curious enough to ask them what they were doing to move on any further.

No on really seems to pay them much attention, most are too absorbed in their own work.  Most of the crowd is made up of twenty- or thirty-somethings, but there is a significantly older man, perhaps in his forties, who is currently sanding down massive gouges in the bar.  As you stand and watch a few of the working crew from time to time come up and talk with him.  He gestures, pointing to various things, and more or less looks like he suffices for the guy in charge.

She sighs, and carefully approaches the man.
"Um, excuse me, would you happen to know or have seen Lenor lately?"

Harry turns around as Amanda walks up to him.  "Lenor?"  He seems a little confused for a moment.  "Oh, Lenor.  Yeah, she was in here...night before last I think it was."

The preacher is right behind Amanda, glancing about at the activity before focusing on the man who appears to be in charge. He listens for a moment before chiming in.

"Has anyone seen her since then? I think she left with a... Deirdre, that night. Might she be around?" He inquires in a polite tone.

Harry gives a bit of a derisive snort...not at Desmond or Amanda, it would appear.  "I haven't seen Deirdre since then either.  Though that's not too unusual.  Girl has a habit of disappearing for nights on end and I see hide nor hair of her."

"Fantastic," she grumbles. "Look, I'll be straight with you. Lenor is missing. She ain't at home, at work or anywhere else for that matter. We are worked sick about her and we were hoping Deirdre could point us somewhere."

"Missing?  Since when?"  Harry has put aside the sander and leans on the bar.  "Like I said, she was here a few nights ago.  She left with Deirdre, but I haven't seen either of 'em since."  Harry's eyes narrow.  "You aren't implying...?"

"We aren't implying anything." Desmond quips in with a placating smile, before Harry can get upset. "Just hoping that she was here, and maybe knew where Lenor might be. There isn't some other place we might find Deirdre at?"

"She could be anywhere," he says.  "She might be shopping for supplies for the club, planning the re-opening.  She has her own business which she doesn't let me in on.  But I don't know where else you can reach her.  Far as I know, she doesn't have a cell phone.  She just comes and goes as she pleases.  Don't know where else you can find her."  

He's more or less telling the truth.  He doesn't know where to find her at the moment, she doesn't have any cell phone, and she does come and go as she pleases.  Of course, he does know where her apartment is and how to get hold of her there.  But he's not about to let that out until he talks with her first and gets her side of this whole thing.  He doesn't think Deirdre has anything to do with Lenor's disappearance.  Sure she's a predator, as he's come to learn, but even after that revelation he hasn't seen anything that's lead him to believe she'd be capable or willing to do something...like that.  He doesn't think she has anything to do with this, but he'd still rather hear from her first.


2008-11-02 18:56:51 Harry rolls 4 dice to Lying (Man. + Subterfuge) 8,10,4,9 (3 successes)

2008-11-03 12:11:26 Amanda rolls 4 dice to percept+empathy 9,1,8,4 (1 success)

She believes him and nods. She smiles to him, reaching into her jacket and producing a card. It has the radio stations number and address on it along with Amanda's name.
"If you see her, could you give this to her. I'm not suggesting that Deirdre did anything. I hope that Deirdre could give us insight is all."
She holds the card out to him.
"It would be very appreciated. tell Deirdre I'll get her discount radio advertising for when ya'll open back up."
She gives him a wide smile.  

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