#Lore24 – Entry #296 – Sentinel City by Night #22 – A Disturbing Trail
From the Journal of Sheba O’Rourke, Private Investigator
“The direct approach hadn’t worked, so I had to resort to the not-so-direct approach. Course, that was after I got myself back in proper working order. Had to go dark for a few days. The following night, once I’d dragged myself out of the sewers, only marginally improved, I found my car, remarkably still intact and undisturbed. Guess the fact that it’s nearing thirty years old helps, and the “old rust bucket” camo is working as intended.
Thought about visiting Ausar’s church but decided against it. If I got antsy just being around her, don’t think I was quite ready to see her work a healing miracle on me, as much as I might’ve wanted it. Instead, I got myself cleaned up, went out for a proper meal, then holed up in my apartment for a few nights, no outside contact, just me, myself, and I and a lot of pushing things back into place.
Got word to Sokolova about what happened, that I was still kicking, about what I’ve been hunting down. Said she’d get Jacobs and his hounds in on the action, try to track down the ghouls, and whoever the Lasombra was that had pulled the trick with the shadows. Told her to ask Ramos; had a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly who it was.
Still, I wasn’t put off the case, just had to switch tactics. Was a little pissed off, maybe, and of course I wanted payback, however that came about. So, I started digging into sources for the various drugs and chemicals that were used in making the Vamp-Out, started putting feelers out for where the local brewers got their supplies, if they knew about any new big shipments, that kind of thing.
Took a few more nights of work but started to piece together some supply chains. Need to ask Sokolova for some extra expense money; paying off all these informants is getting expensive. Still, looks like there are four groups handling deliveries of the various products used to create the drugs, running the shipping through local intercity carriers, delivering them to several locations outside the area where they’ve setup their manufacturing, where I’d ran into those ghouls, before they’re picked up by some good ol’ boys from down south to be delivered to the brewery. Notably, all the deliveries were handled by companies based in Chinatown.
Got word to Blumenthal about trying to get some IDs using the photos I’d snapped at a good distance. The name “Johnson” had come up a few times thus far, figured it was their family name given the resemblance between them.
While he worked on that, though, I decided that it was time to track these chemical deliveries to the source, and that meant a trip to Chinatown. Reckon I could be stepping on a whole other set of toes here if I’m not real careful. Rumors abound that the Triads and Yakuza groups are operating out of that part of town, to say nothing of our eastern counterparts, the Kuei-jin. Been a few Kindred who have gone missing in that part of town, and SCPD aren’t known to be too welcome there either.
Should be an interesting trip.”