Braxton's heartbeat raced in a way that was so reminiscent of prey. Of course, a vampire was going to notice the way his tell-tale heart muscle pumped his exotic fae blood within his veins ever quicker, a constant reminder of what existed beneath his skin. He couldn't escape it, at least while he still lived. He was lucky that she had grown used to that fae scent. Had grown up with it, and learned self-control early on, unlike so many of her species. However, it was those nerves of his that added a whole new layer of almost invitational scents which altered his chemistry in the most appealing of ways. It made it so much harder to ignore. Just because a lion permitted you to enter its enclosure unharmed, didn't mean that they were entirely safe. It was lucky for him, that making a feast of the butler was not her intention. Why bring him here if that were the case? Why set up a game for Braxton to find a pricey prize that he could keep? The fae offered those assurances that he did not lie about his particular talents of finding things. It had Morgan merely offered a lackadaisical nod, half disinterested in the truth of that statement and mostly because it hardly mattered here and now. Not truly.

Braxton then went to execute the task of the thorough search of the office desk that sat within the centre of the office, Morgan, uncaring of much else besides the bookshelves that lined the side wall as the vampire meandered the outskirts to each of the corners as she examined the room herself with that same half-casual interest. Only the dubious pair were hardly looking for the same things. It was the sound of his musings trailed by a sudden British curse from the butler that had the woman twisting to face him. It would appear those efforts had been proven fruitful.

The vampire woman strode toward him, sidled up closer to the fae and right into the man's personal space without a care before she swiftly plucked the manila envelope from his hand with open curiousity. The Brit claimed he doubted that was the end of it and how his wariness of the whole ordeal but he was not deterred!

"Aw good job. I knew you wouldn't let me down." She praised and flashed him a smile that exposed her elongated fangs.

"This might not be the stolen prize you were looking for but... it helps me. Let's take a look inside shall we?" The time she had set for him momentarily paused as she swiftly opened the envelope as she scooped out various polaroid photographs. "Oh." She had certainly not seen that coming.

Those pictures were difficult to discern in the dark lighting they were taken in at first.... But as she scattered the photographs voraciously on the table before her, those photographs splayed out for their perusal, each possessed two letters on each of them neatly written on the bottom. Upon closer inspection, those were not obscure artsy photographs. No, these were photographs of bodies, parts of them. Dismembered, grisly and bloody, strung up in a room with no discernible characteristics. One would imagine that she would have caught on right away, but they hardly looked like them with how mangled they appeared. If she had a heartbeat, it would surely sing.

Not out of fear... but excitement. How all those missing pieces all clicked together, how perfectly neat and ordinary everything appeared.

"This does not look like the photographs of an innocent man Braxey, does it?" That key, she could only wonder where that led to. It looked to be a key for a padlock of some kind... How curious she was of that. Ooo goodie, she just loved a juicy mystery. If only they had the time to follow that very trail. Just as she was about to speak, her lips parted, the words hinged upon her tongue before her supernatural hearing picked up on the sound of tires slowly rolling up the driveway.

"We are out of time. Someone is here." She met the fae's eyes as if to prove the point she was deadly serious even though she looked mostly unconcerned, remaining calm when most would give into the panic. Her tone did not express the urgency of the actual statement. "If there is something you want here you should grab it quickly. It's time to go, I had originally planned for us to stay when he returned.. but... I changed my mind. He will know we were here but no need to offer ourselves up." No. Now was not the time for this, not with so many obscure variables. Morgan had only just begun the process to uncover those devilish little secrets. "Unless you want to take that chance.." She offered out loud, pausing for several moments to answer. She hadn't quite considered if the man had a death wish.


"I will take this." The vampire chirped cheerfully as she found the pressure almost like a fun little game of race against the killer. She slipped those pictures back into the envelope. It was almost like a hint of a smile played upon the corners of her lips. Like she was enjoying this. "Ready?" It was almost like that envelope was meant to be found. By who, that was a whole other story.