Doc: *Text* “Very well I will deliver it shortly.” And he would. From this point forward, he couldn’t lie to her. Not and expect her to listen to him. He sent Zodiac a quick text as well.
Doc: *Text* “I need to stop by and deliver something. It will not take long. If you are busy I will leave it with your girl at the desk.. but I would rather leave it with you.” Doc grabbed his jacket and headed to his lab. He had left her box of trinkets there. Locked securely away. Once he collected the box, he would head directly to Zodiac’s. He hoped she would be there.
Zodiac: After saying goodbye to Dominique after a beginner's crash course on the subject of powers, Zodiac finally sets herself into some sort of order. No longer in her pajamas, but now dressed, clean, hair and makeup in place. The t-shirt and jeans not her normal attire, but better than magick cow pajamas. Sitting at her desk, she finally checks her phone messages and is surprised to see a message from the Doctor.* 'I am here now if you would like to stop by, but please forgive my appearance.' She typed quickly and hit SEND.
Doc: Doc received the text as he was midway in transit to Zodiac's place. He was was relieved that he would be able to leave the rosary with Zodiac, as he believed that was the safest set of hands, in order to make sure delivery was successful. The last thing he wanted, at this particular point in Minx and his 'relationship' was for it to be fucked up because it got lost. In his perfect scenario, he would deliver it to Minx himself. However that was not going to be conducive to Minx' thoughts. So next best scenario was Zodiac's hands. It was a risk, because by now, Zodiac would know he was the one that killed her, and she might not take kindly to him, for that action. Upon reaching her place, Doc parked, and made his way inside.
Zodiac: She borrowed a sweater from Jennifer and checked over the daytime tally sheets as she waited. As soon as their business had concluded, she would most likely return home to dress properly for the remainder of the evening.
Doc: Upon entering, Doc stopped at the front desk, eyed Jennifer quietly, before finally saying, "I believe Zodiac is expecting me."
Zodiac: The girl looked up and smiled. "Yes she is, Doctor." she pointed to the corner office to the girl's left. "Just knock first"
Doc: Doc nodded, and headed in the direction that Jennifer indicated. At the door he paused and knocked as he had been directed. All the while since having texted Minx, he had been deep in thought. Now it was time to turn over the goods. He had a feeling of trepidation at the thought. It wasn't like he wanted them. But deep down he knew that was his only bargaining chip Minx. And if he turned it over, he was playing his hand, and she could rebuff him. It wasn't a good feeling.
Zodiac: Her fingers a blur on the calculator as she flipped through the receipts. Her thoughts reached out as she heard the knocking. "Come in, Doctor Nilson" her mind called out as she finished the pile. 'What a monster to have for your sire, Mini' she thought to herself. It had been inevitable, she supposed. Dominique could be like like a hound on the hunt when her mind was set. Pull a tiger's tail enough and it will bite and bite hard fit the situation between the paladin and the man entering her office. Her feelings were divided on the subject, but she could not find total fault on one side or the other in this.
Doc: "Hello Zodiac." He said as he opened the door, and advanced into the room. "I promised Dominique I would give her this." He held the trinket box. "It was a given that she would prefer not to see me, after 'recent' certain events." His tone business like, and his words were measured and carefully spoken. "May I have your assurance that she will receive it?"
Zodiac: She extended her hand and took hold of the small box. "Of course you may. She will be returning in the next night or two so I will give it to her then. Please, have a seat and close the door." Zodiac unlocked her desk and opened the drawer and laid the box inside.
Doc: Reluctantly he released his grip on the trinket box. He had given up the his seat of power in this particular instance and he was not fond of the feeling of uncertainty that came with it. Wordless he again did as he was bid, shut the office door and took a seat. He adjusted his tie as he sat. If he was to be castigated, at least he would look presentable as it happened.
Zodiac: She closed and locked the drawer then sat back in her chair. "I must say, I was not surprised when the proof came into focus. I had suspected you. Could have invaded your mind and found out, but you have never given me cause to treat you in such a fashion. Ironically, the girl is a lot like I was when I was alive. She could not resist playing the game and she finally lost"
