Vince

Vince felt his phone vibrate in his pocket just as he finished lighting a fresh cigarette. He pulled it out and read the name on the screen. It was Becca, she was probably calling to grill him about the info he had asked her for the other day. When it came to inside info on the police she was his go to, even though he rarely told her exactly why he needed the information they had known eachother long enough that she knew she could trust him with it. Even still when he had asked her for the address and daily routine of detective Ramsey she had seemed more than a little concerned.

"What's up Becca?" He said, exhaling smoke as he talked.

PS: Becca doesn't know he's with the Black Cats, she only knows that he's with some sort of gang in order to dig up dirt on his mother.

(OOC: eating dinner, response might be slow.)

(With her standing in the Black Cats I think she would, after all she is their leader.)

Becca~
"Red joker. They know." The
At was all she said before hanging up the phone quickly as a cop passed. She pretended to put on a bit of makeup to find the person in question was Oliver. "Olli? Are you feeling well?"

"Not really...I-I think I'm headed home...." The Tom answered as he limped to his car.

"Yeah, same with me." Halley muttered, waving feebly to Becca. She made her way over to Oliver, jogging to join his side. "Mind if I come with you? I don't have any other ride." Seeing the expression on his face, the she-cat frowned, then echoed Becca's earlier question. "Uh, are you feeling okay?"

(OOC: oh... I didn't know that... in that case its best if she doesn't know about his motives for joining the cult. In fact... that complicates things way too much. He'd be dead in the water in an instant. He's no high ranking cult member either, I don't think he would be in contact with the leader let alone be trusted to serve as any sort of joker for them. He's only been a member for 10 months and was only initiated 6 months ago. Keep in mind he doesn't even know the murders are the cults doing yet, after all the details of the case wouldn't be available to anyone outside the police force.)

Ignore this

Oliver-
"Not really, I haven't had much sleep lately and I think it has caught up to me finally. C-could you drive? Indeed to stop and get something to eat as well." So much to do!

(Alright, maybe he could be working up to the whole murder stasis so he isn't on her radar.)

"Of course I'll drive, I won't make you do it if you're sick or something. Tell me when you need to make a stop, it's around afternoon now. Let's see...," she checked her phone. "Wow, we spent some time at the crime scene, it's half past 4:00."

(Ping...)

(Gosh I'm losing it....)

"Stop at the cafe pleas...I'll buy dinner if you want...." Oliver offered climbing in the passenger seat.

Jordan didn't know what to make of the news. He hadn't found any fur under Mrs. Vine's claws, which probably meant that the murderer was thorough in cleaning up the evidence. And now to know a cult was going around killing cats. He sighed and looked at Percy. "I'll just wait here for the body of Mr. Callaway. You go do whatever you need to."

Percy squirmed slightly before nodding. "Okay, but I'm gonna be bored. Why don't I just go home or check up on Oliver? He did not sound so good last I spoke with him."