Having been undeniably dismissed, Miles tapped the brim of his hat in farewell to their lovely hostess and made his way back into the hall. He moved quickly back through the bar, wrinkling his nose briefly at the smell of the place- had it smelled like this before? He couldn't remember it being particularly bad, but then he didn't make a habit of literally his way sniffing around...
Stepping out into the cool eternally-night air, Miles let the two odd gents exit the Singing Mandrake before him, and pausing on the stoop reached into his coat's pockets for a cigarette. After sifting through his pockets, he managed to retrieve his beat up box of cigs and a lighter... as well as a somewhat crumpled card.
Cigarette hanging from his mouth, he cupped his hands around it as he flicked his lighter. The orange light coming from the flame casting strange shadows in an increasingly strange place. His eyes followed a pair of passersby- six arms and eight legs between them, and an equally unsettling number of eyes looking back at him.
Sure. This place was strange. But people were people, and strange as they may be- as strange as this place could be- If there was one thing Detective Miles Hardy understood it was the motivations and shifting morals of people. Those deadly sins may not carry the same consequences down here, but that just gave people more opportunity to be... Inventive.
Inventive like stealing a 3 foot tall iron safe from a rooftop without anybody being the wiser. And now he had to find out, if not the how, or why, just who managed it and somehow reclaim this ridiculous vault.
And with that thought, the Detective stuffed his lighter and smokes back into his pockets- and keeping the crumpled card out, flipped it over to reveal the Precocious Peddler's business card, "At least I know where to start..."
He flipped it again to show the directions scrawled on the back: Widow's Tea Parlor, basement, back room, knock five times.
Taking a deep drag of smoke he exhaled a cloud of smoke and watched it curl away under the halo of the street lamp lights and set off into the neethy-night with a smile tugging at his lips.