After watching the workers for a while, I check back in with Raven. She’s searched for anything resembling the style of the Count’s mystery gun in the last fifty years, but finding nothing, moved on to looking for possible ties to early twentieth century legends. The mystery gun is too modern to predate that. Or, the thought crosses my mind, it could be something completely new, developed recently. I let her know about the Goth-British connection; she says she’ll try that angle but isn’t expecting much.
“Oh, btw,” she says as I’m about to hang up, “the Baron Rutgert wants to see you.”
“About what?” I say.
“I’m not sure, but he sounded pretty excited.”
“Great.”
I play it like I’m irritated, but that’s all the excuse I need to take off for a while. I planned to hit a tuxedo rental place
