For his part, FPS talked to his own associates (that he suspiciously didn’t feel inclined to name) and presented several interesting documents. They were letters handed off to the leader of the Blood Drakes, each one requesting a new item for them to steal. Damn, how did he get his hands on those? It was a good find.
Whoever wrote them was smart though, cautiously refusing to give a return address, and using a vague codename: Mr. R. Even their chosen place of transaction didn’t hep much. They always made their transactions with the gang in the same place: just outside the gates of Lion’s Arch. Useless information now—the amulet would’ve likely moved from that point last night to Mother knows where.
The letters were handwritten on average paper you’d find in an office so no lead there. If they had something to compare the handwriting to… but all they had was Tora’s contact list. There wasn’t much they could do with the letters just yet.
They moved onto the contact list.
“These are the folks we should chat up first,” he pointed to a separate list Dwag made for him: the ones whose families were robbed.
“The ones who were robbed? But isn’t that a waste? We know they don’t have it.”
“Exactly, which means they’re the safest to ask questions of. Find out the history of this Meridian ship crew. See if there’s any long held family grudges against Bolli or anything like that. We should talk to the norn and asura first.”
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