my own dear love, he is all my heart--

Bellamy is not sure at what point the night began to slide sideways out of his control, but he's confident that when he reassesses in the cold, sober light of day it'll absolutely not be his fault.

Case in point, he leans against the front door of his Chelsea flat and pats himself down with one hand for his keys...which aren't there, meaning they're still in the inner pocket of Nic's jacket. Nic, who was meant to be the designated driver this evening and instead is the reason that he had to call Hasi from a hotel in London and request a rescue; Cypra would either be busy or laugh too hard, he explained. Nic, who decided to go ambling off with other friends after Bellamy turned in and will be all the more difficult to get a hold of until probably late tomorrow afternoon.

"Hasi," he says, admirably clearly for his inebriation, "I have a small problem."

Bad news, like good news, usually comes in threes; Bellamy finds himself waiting for the second and the third after the toxicology report comes in and confirms that it had been a muscle relaxant and not a sedative. They come in quick succession when news arrives of a second body dump in South Bank that 'looks connected', followed by the information that they're looking at four bodies this time and not three.

"Someone was in a hurry," Gillis observes grimly, looking at the bruising on the second woman's arms, her cut palm - and the head injury that looks, at a guess, like she had it slammed into something. "Our wee friend's already getting sloppy."

"Yeah," Bellamy sighs, his eyes on the baphomet on their wrists. Two men, two women - probably couples - in what looks like the same age range as the last victims. They're going to have to go back to Alkahest again, he thinks, and straightens under the awareness of Gillis's eyes on him. "Let's see if we can't find out where the pavulon came from."

On the way to Alkahest, they end up discussing the possible implications of the second set of victims over their second set of carefully cropped morgue shots. (One of which was taken, mercifully, in profile.) Gillis is inclined to think that if he's already fucking up, their odds of catching him quicker just went up - and Bellamy's inclined to agree.