“Still no answer,” I told Nate. “He’s probably still sleeping off the most recent midnight snack.” “We’ll try again later,” Nate told me. “With Vlad being one of the walking dead, I can play hardball if I have to. No worries.” I nodded, wondering what exactly it meant when Death decided to play nasty against one of his escapees.... Seeing as how the day was still young and neither Vlad nor Seth were accessible, Nate and I decided to visit the site of Dave Hamelin’s suicide and see if we could find any clues as to why Dave would have done himself in. I knocked on the infamous red door of Happy Endings and waited, knowing it would take a few minutes for someone to answer. Hardly surprising, considering what most of the employees did for a living. Although the FMA tolerated this kind of business as a necessary evil to keep our kind out of trouble and our identities secret, the Ordinary police weren’t so willing to look the other way and came poking around every now and then.
