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Oscar takes the train back to London and starts asking around about Roby.
A person buying a book mentions that Randolph Carter had known Roby, and the next morning he can set up some time to talk to him.
Huh, wasn't that the guy Terrence talked to at the party? He seemed a bit much. But that's like 40% of his customers; he has a lot of experience in this area.
He stabs a cigarette into an ashtray like a stake into a vampire's heart. "My brother is dead to me. The only thing I want is for him to be equally dead to everyone else. I don't care if he's a corpse or locked away as long as that pervert's not bothering anyone any more."
"I'll be sure to let Dr. Aarons know your opinion." Well, this has been an unmitigated disaster.
"You can also go talk to the cops about it. See their report on their murders. See if you still think he's safe to release."
"If you would like me to, I am quite willing." It is very understandable that Graham wants to phase him, but also it is not going to work.
Graham scrawls a letter on a piece of paper. "Give this to the cops, they'll pull the file."
Oh, good, he isn't going to have to flutter his eyelashes at the cops. "Thank you very much, sir. And I'll leave you to the rest of your day."
He heads off to the police station.
Before he gets to the police station, he sees Evie. "We keep running into each other!"
"If there's something you want from me, I would happily give it. But I could suggest going somewhere to eat,or possibly going back to your home, or something else I haven't thought of yet--"
"There's a very dark alleyway not far from here. You can't hear anything over the trains."
"I'd be quite happy to escort you there." Ah, the thrill of danger. (At an alley is a better class of place than a urinal.)
After two rounds of Better Than Opium (And Only Slightly Less Likely To Produce Hallucinations), Evie says, "well, now what should we do?"
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