Scallop

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Felix Hausten

Location: Boston Heights

The words were like music to the man;s ears. They were what he didn't know he needed, but right now he just let the feeling of success hit him like a bus. He diodn't now quite why he felt success. He felt like, he had control of the story now, well more control. COntrol to make sure it didn't get too anticlimactic or too predicatble. A perfect perch to shake things up. But still something wasn't clicking. Something was wrong.

He shrugged that thought off and observed his phone before smirking and nodding. He'd be in their pocket, but they'd also be in his strings. He wasn;t gonna be a goody two shoes for the FB fucking I. He had a high octane thriller to write. But for now, appearances had to be kept in check.

"Own personal Castle huh...I like the sound of that" He grinned, and glanced outside for a moment, back to Marc. "I'm sold...but you promise me you keep me up to date on this whole case, any slip ups and I'm out"

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Felix Hausten

Location: Boston Heights

He walked with Marc, his hands trailing through the air absent mindedly as he listened to the agent, gathering every word like it was an important jigsaw piece. It was truly remarkable how quickly the agent was assessing the situation, it was like he was trained specifically for this special set of circumstances. Felix supposed that eventually someone would find the exact situation that they'd be perfectly suited for. It just so happened today was Mr Tinder's lucky day. Or maybe he was always like this, Felix couldn't tell to be honest.

Felix's eyes picked up at the word sloppy and he took that as his cue to talk. Not that he was the sloppy kind, more that it seemed like Tinder's line of talking was over. He hoped it was the signal to start talking anyways. Truth be told, he didn't like this at all. Being stuck in a crime scene with an FBI agent. It was almost a death wish, one wrong word and he could be framed for all these murders and so-called 'accidents'. He nodded to him and took a look for any pictures of the "Happy" couple.

"Pardon me if I'm wrong" He started, putting a gloved hand to his chin as he pondered over his words. "But are you insinuating that this man, and this woman were working together? Like they knew about the Mr's work. They weren't a newly married couple at all?" His eyes gleamed. What a twist. "And pray tell, why would you drag in a newcomer like myself to learn all these secrets mr Tinder?"

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Felix Hausten

Location: Boston Heights

A smirk crossed his lips again as he followed after Marc with an air of change surrounding him, looking way too enthusiastic for a man about to investigate a dead couple's apartment. Now this was the kind of thing Felix had been dreaming about. Working with an FBI agent. He was almost in tears at how lucky he was for this to have happened to him. Right place, right time. Or maybe. Wrong place, wrong time. He couldn't be sure yet, but chances were this Marc Tinder hadn't done any investigations on him, he was just a clean slate in Justice, nothing was known about him.

That's what he hoped for anyways. As he walked into the building with the agent, Felix flashed the officers a smug grin, as they probably recognised him as the one going around the building. But maybe. Just maybe this Mr Tinder would somehow be his new bodyguard. This was be such a change in surroundings! Of course, he couldn't be on the forces of good forever, his story might be bias and too one sided.

Gloves slipped on, he walked in carefully, wandering by Tinder's side and shrugged. "Not an awful lot, they were like the model couple, knew that much." Suddenly he remembered. "Actually, the incident involving the Whites, I heard the beat cops talk about the psychologist being late. Then I figured out who they talked about. Dr Keller! What a coincidence isn't it?" He said recklessly, too excited to keep his lid on, but just quietly enough so only Marc would hear him.

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Felix Hausten

Location: Boston Heights

Idly humming, he looked up to see an odd image gracing his eyes. He shook his head slightly, amused that such a fortunate placing of himself would bring forth someone to interact with, someone who did not look like some common beat cop. His headphones were carefully taken out his ears and then roughly shoved into his pocket with his phone as he looked up, a small smirk on his face as he heard the agents words.

It appeared things had taken a turn for the better in Felix's chapter in this story. He'd found his protagonist, and if he failed to fufill such a demanding role maybe he'd be the mysterious mentor to the true hero. He didn't care, he recognised what he was. A turning point. The change of events, for good or for the worst. The sensation filled Felix with excitement, almost wanting to skip ahead and see what the future held for all of them. But this wasn't a book. This was reality.

He got to his feet and smiled, holding out his hand, admiring his simple stereotypical FBI attire. "Felix Hausten, and yes I live here, just moved in a week ago, wonderful to meet you" He paused and looked around. "But my hoe things have changed, however it appears finally somebody has come to put some life into this place?" He wuirked a brow at his final remark, gesturing to Marc with a pained grunt, his arm still in some pain.

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Felix Hausten

Location: Boston Heights

It appeared he had made a mistake. His whole body ached, as did his mind. It was Sunday. The so-called holy day but no holiness was there to offer Felix any aid as he sat in his couch flicking through a book with one hand, the other hand rubbing at his battered head like it would make it any better with a simple touch. His apartment was littered with books he'd been reading on Saturday, him not being able to sit bored for one day and had tried to get through some books but since the incident, he couldn't get into any of them, none of them piqued his interest. Ever since the derby.

It was the derby that made it real for Felix, the rush of adrenaline and fear he saw rush around everyone, the aftermath and the dominoes falling dramatically. So here he sat, a victim of the aftermath. Now he was in the story, the story that could pique his interest but the story he had to write. His hands couldnt type out the words though, his type writer left untouched for a day since the attack on friday. That face. That face was connected somehow but Felix knew, anymore action he made, would mean the story would never be published. And that, was the worst outcome.

He set his phone down and put on some music, humming along to the song as it played through his apartment. Sighing, he made his way to the counter and took the item from it again, eyes transfixed on the item as he held it in his hand, sat down on the couch again. It was the key wasn't it? But who knew of him? Well the people behind it all it appeared, the ones who had attacked him. The ones who had Danicia and Peyton killed. And yet the sisters saw this object didn't they? And where were they? It seemed his fate was already locked in.

Standing up now, he pocketted the trinket into his leather jacket, settling the jacket on top of his black sabbath t-shirt. Just another guy out going about his own business. Not a snooper. Not an a writer.

Outside, he stepped down onto the steps and watched the people pass by. His mind wandered. He'd heard about the fresh water, another clue he couldn't decipher. He couldn't very well go up to the cops anymore, someone would find out and his throat would be next. He sighed, burying his head in his hands on the steps, his bones aching. Slow, today would have to be slow.

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Felix Hausten

Location: the Roller Derby

What an atmosphere. He thought to himself as he made his way to a nice seat up near the rockstar he recognised. How interesting that the artist, one that he knew lived in Boston Heights, was also here. How interesting...how coincidental. But maybe his being here was also a coincidence. Far too many coincidences. As a writer this all felt too, set up. He'd have to make some edits at the final draft. As he sat there, awaiting the game to reach the pique he opened up his notebook.

He looked to the performance, hardly finding any of it, interesting whatsoever. With the lack of anything to do, this is where he found himself. He himself was certain his intelligence was just, going downwards, but of course none of that intelligence even existed to begin with. He sighed but then, it happened. Darkness.

He cursed under his breath and shoved the notebook into his bag as he made his way sprinting in the darkness, hearing gun shots. As soon as the first shot was heard he shouted "THIS IS BAD" and ducked to the wall before light returned, pushing people out of the way, making his way to the exit.

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Okay I've got a post in the works right now don't worry!

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Felix Hausten

Location: outside Dr Keller's office - to the Roller Derby

He smirked one more time at Amy Adams and looked her up and down. He hadn't seen her much on the news but the signs were clear as day, she was looking for a lead, and so was he. He guessed hanging around with her too much would probably prop up some suspicion, too much publicity before the release of his book. He'd have to rethink another meeting, one where his presence wouldn't be too noticeable, because as she said all it took was the culprit returning to the scene and his blow would be covered. But the super sleuth within him told him he'd have to hang back for now...however.

He eyed her up and nodded his head before whipping out a piece of paper from his pocket and frantically writing his mobile number onto it before handing it to her, something popping into his mind. "I'm Felix Hausten, you've without a doubt, heard of me. I'm a resident of Boston Heights, and let me say, I too want to get to the bottom of this...situation" He gave her a friendly smile and took up his phone and checked the time. "I heard the cops mention a roller derby...so I'm going to check it out, since I also heard the cops talk about Dr Keller, and if I was you...I'd smell a story"

With that he made his way to his motor bike, waving her off, and got back to where he'd parked it upon arriving. He revved it up and made his way to the roller derby, where he frantically found a parking space for his bike. He rubbed his head, already getting a rush of excitement and what an exciting story this was going to be. Grinning, he entered the spectator's seating.

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Felix Hausten

Location: outside Dr Keller's office

His heart dropped as he watched the cop drive away, presuming that was the man in charge of this whole big investigation, seemingly wrapped up so quickly. That wasn't a good story, there had to be something more, he always believed that, there can't just be a little thing on the surface, always gotta be something more hiding beneath this boring old surface. This reminded him of a book, Preacher, a Swedish classic. Where a psychiatrist, convinced two women to commit murders. Maybe this was the case here but he instructed mr White to kill him as well.

He turned his attention to Amy Adams and quirks a brow overhearing their little conversation. Time to investigate. He walked over with a confident step and put a little grin on his face before wiping it off and looking as sincere as he could muster when he had such a good opportunity for more information.

"Ah good evening miss!" he called out with a smile. "I uh, must ask if you know what happened here, I much like a lot of people want to know much more, however, it appears this whole ordeal is being a little hush hush"

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Felix Hausten

Location: The Block - outside Dr Keller's office

Idiot. He almost threw his phone off one of the steps before taking his spare hand and messaging his temples slowly. Okay this would be fine, was what he told himself quickly and strictly. He just had to make a decision, which doctor should he check up on? There were too many options, too many leads, the sexual abuse one could be linked to the pasts of the two girls that were murdered, perhaps split up by some kind of insane nut job father. That sounded plausible...but now there was a bigger case at hand. There were three murders and the police were seeing some shrink about at least one. Think, he had to clear his head and think.

Smack. He punched the ground beside him and shook his head. Logic had to take sway, he couldn't let luck determine where he went. The day wouldn't last forever and if he didn't make ground quick, he wouldn't be the grandioso to finish this! He'd be overshadowed and he'd probably be expected to write some deep biography about this guy who solved the case. No, that would not happen on his watch. He checked again. Dr Keller, he was closer, not even bothering to refresh the page he shoved his phone into his pocket and set off to take a jog down the street to the doctor's office, masking his dash by putting earphones in, to simulate the idea of him being an ill-prepared jogger.

He sloed his jog down as he halted at the street adjacent to the doctor's office. He tugged his earphones out and stared at all the police, quickly going back on his phone and finding an article. "Oh for gods sake!" He said out loud as he made his way to the perimeter of the crime scene. This wasn't a good ending, hardly! It was too obvious, too short, too many loose ends. But he had this thought in his head. If this was the right shrink, why were the police meeting up with him...right before his murder. Those would be some fun questions to raise!