There was so much data. Rolando never knew his father to be a brief writer, but the information he had collected on Necromancy, which he had titled "Necromancy and idiots guide", was extensive. The information had been written directly to Rolando, part warning, part explanation of useful techniques Trezlan himself had supposedly used. Rolando had the information spread out on three screens just trying to digest it all. Most of it wasn't even that useful, just awful rituals his father had either done, been a part of, or was aware of. Rolando took hours just to sort the signal from the noise, eventually he had settled on various rituals Trezlan knew of that would require sacrificing someone else to the extent he had felt in the apartment. None of them were good, especially with the frequency of deaths that Simon had shown Rolando. Whoever was doing the necromancy was working up to something. Something even Trezlan hadn't figured out in his research.
"Simon this is Lieutenant Lorentino, I can help you." He left the message with Simon's office and waited. And she never got back to him. He figured she gave up on him, until a distraught young woman arrived at sanctuary looking for him.
***
"Gloria Simon, you know my mom?" The room they were in was normally an interview room for new members to sanctuary. Gloria Simon was mid twenties by the look of her, had a lot of her mother in her face and mannerisms.
"Vaguely, she sought my help once, I turned her down, I recently came across some info that might be able to help her, do you know where she is?"
"No, I was hoping you did, she's been missing for a couple weeks now." Rolando was mad, mad at himself for letting Simon deal with this shit on her own. Mad at whoever was doing this, and also mad that effectively he couldn't do anything. He was on lock down in sanctuary.
"You have to get me out of here Gloria."
"How would I do that?"
"I haven't a gods damned clue."
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