Post by GIANNI FRANCO COSTELLINI on Oct 25, 2013 9:30:57 GMT -6
Dragging into the police station, Gianni looked haggard and worn, though he'd taken the time to shave and dress well this morning instead of sliding into the same old jeans and hoodie he'd been sporting for a week. Ever since Rowan's disappearance, Gianni had been running himself ragged chasing down leads. As leads were cooling down, the vampire was finding himself in hotter and hotter water. He'd done as much as he felt he could, but he felt now it was time to actually let the government into the disappearance of the young woman. Word on the street was that Rowan's acquaintance Crispin worked at the police department. If he was going to let anyone outside the family handle this case, he'd at least make sure it was someone who knew Rowan and knew that she was a supernatural.
Pushing the door open with his shoulder, he strolled to the front desk. The lady at the front desk barely looked up when he walked up. Gianni winked as she finally looked up and did a double take. As she asked if she could help him, Gianni turned on the charm knowing that his request was an odd one. "I'd like to speak to Officer Russell about a police matter." He muttered. The woman nodded and pointed toward one of the many swamped desks in the room. Strolling over, the vampire tried to figure out exactly how to put it. Truthfully, he should file a missing persons report, but the problem was he'd like to keep her disappearance as down low on the list as possible. Taking a seat on an empty chair as close to the desk as possible. He waited in agony for the shape shifter to show up and take his report.
Pushing the door open with his shoulder, he strolled to the front desk. The lady at the front desk barely looked up when he walked up. Gianni winked as she finally looked up and did a double take. As she asked if she could help him, Gianni turned on the charm knowing that his request was an odd one. "I'd like to speak to Officer Russell about a police matter." He muttered. The woman nodded and pointed toward one of the many swamped desks in the room. Strolling over, the vampire tried to figure out exactly how to put it. Truthfully, he should file a missing persons report, but the problem was he'd like to keep her disappearance as down low on the list as possible. Taking a seat on an empty chair as close to the desk as possible. He waited in agony for the shape shifter to show up and take his report.
