Daniel stretched and turned
to look Mor and Jared. “That property has changed hands more than a whore on a
good night.”
Mor snorted. “Now that
definitely says it all. I guess that means we have to track down each and every
owner.”
“The ones who aren’t human,”
Jared pointed out.
“Nope, all of them, because a
Supe could have used a human as a front when they purchased it,” Daniel
contradicted.
“Probably would have in the
last fifty years or so. Are we counting out whoever owns the warehouse?”
“No. We check each and
every one of them since the first Europeans landed here.”
“Do you think the records
actually go back that far?” Mor asked.
“What’s not in the city
archives, I’m sure we can dig up elsewhere, through the Supe Council or a
couple of people I know who’ve been around for a very long time and are
interested in the city’s history,” Jared told her.
And dig it up they did. The
following morning they had a complete history of the property including its
original owners before and after the fire of 1788 that had partially destroyed
the city.
“These three we can
eliminate out of hand,” Jared commented, pointing to the names which were
starred. “One of my sources knew the family and verified that each of them was
human.”
“Would we be remiss if we
didn’t consider the ones who came after them, at least for now?” Mor asked.
“Let’s just put them on the
back burner and see what we can find out about those two,” Daniel tapped two of
the names at the beginning of the list, “Mr. John Fitz John whose construction
company sat on the site in the early eighteen hundreds and Madam Gravier nee St. Pierre. She and her
second husband built their home on the property soon after the second fire.”
“Marie St. Pierre?” Jared
asked.
Daniel flipped the page to
the information they had, slim as it was in some cases, on each of the property
owners. “Yes. Why?”
Jared shook his head. “Something
about that name niggles at me, although of course it’s a fairly common one.”
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