Sinn was very cautious about how he went about his dealings. The man was impulsive and temperamental and that was just on a good day. However, when it came to his work, he was very careful and meticulous. He didn’t tolerate sloppy work from his colleagues and you can bet he was on their ass if they even had the slightest slip up. Especially since he was the local’s police department favorite suspect even when something had nothing to do with him. It brought him a great sense of joy to see that they couldn’t catch him especially when he knew that they hoped to lock him up one day. Though he knew that day wasn’t coming anytime soon, whenever suspicious activity happened around his compound, he knew that it was a day the police department were fooled into thinking they had their chance. This week wasn’t any different.
A death had happened on the block his business resided at. The cover was just a local restaurant and it was a deal he cut with the owner. She was a nice older woman that took pride in her little shop and he had cut her a deal to help keep it open if he could handle his business and keep under the radar by giving her an allowance of his making. Apparently her husband was in the business as Sinn used to be when they were younger so it was safe to say she didn’t mind.
There were only a few people who knew of Sinn around the block, them also doing work that they would rather do in the dark. So when the death happened, he was the first to hear it about through those people. That’s when he heard of the investigations and questioning happening and he knew it would only be a matter of time before someone came knocking on his door. So he decided to do it himself before anyone would come to him. He always hated an element of surprise so he always preferred to face things head on rather than let it spring up on him. That’s exactly what he did. He went to every business on the block, to see what they knew but he knew only a handful of them were really in the same business as him.
His last stop was with a woman that he hadn’t really had the chance to meet yet. Though he knew that he heard of the business he was in and with all of what he dealt with all day, he was already in an irritated mood. He had heard of the business she ran and it only made him curious of who he’ll be meeting. Entering the bar and restaurant, the incubus took in the crowd that was in there. Time slipped him and he had forgotten about the dinner rush as the sun was barely clinging in the sky. Slightly sighing to himself, he strode over to the bar. Flagging down one of the bartenders, he pulled out the piece of paper with a name on it; the owner’s name that he managed to get from one of his connections. After one glance, the bartender came over, asking for his order which he shook his head and declined the offer of a drink.
“I’m looking for a Lily Maiela? Is she here tonight?” Sinn asked, his voice certain and held authority, as if he already knew this woman he asked of. He had learned how to master this voice, even from the beginning of his life. He was raised to believe that time shouldn’t be wasted if it can be avoided and he never really had time for pleasantries. Seeing the bartender hesitant, he reached into his pocket to pull out a crisp large bill and slipped into the bartender’s hand. The brief skin contact made it easy for Sinn to convince the woman to oblige. Their kind’s touch can be used to manipulate or convince one to give into their will so it was small enough for her to take the cash then told him she’d go get her before slipping out into the back. Leaning against the bar, he waited for one of them to come back, glancing at his watch.