On the Trail..

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Morph's made his way over to Irving's perfectly recited address, travelling incognito - or, at least as incognito as a man can be when he looks like Humphrey Bogart having stepped directly out of the Maltese Falcon.

"Schtick with me, schweetheart, and you'll go places.."

He flashes an un-Bogart-like grin at his travelling companion, Roxy.

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The images are fragmented and transient:

--a large grey gargoyle of a man struggling against someone taller and broader than he is, someone with a gleaming grin and hands bigger than the Grey Gargoyle's head--

--fire leaping from the hands of a thin, brown-haired man, who uses the flames like a whip, his mouth moving in unheard tauntings as he drives the Grey Gargoyle into the house--

--the Grey Gargoyle's mouth opening and screaming for someone to get away, he'll hold them off, he'll hold them off, dammit, no, you don't, not my boy, you'll never get my boy--

The images end abruptly, as when a reel of film has finished and is flapping against the projector.

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"What is it you see? Any detail could be important.."