Uptown, outside a detached villa.
Cyril placed the story and letter he had copied into the mailbox, along with the music box that had originally belonged to Dimitri.
He glanced at the villa, so quiet it seemed uninhabited, memorized its location, and left.
Not long after he was gone, a transparent spirit wearing a strange black robe slipped out through the villa's tightly shut front door. It took everything from the mailbox, then drifted back inside.
Backlund, the Harvest Cathedral in the South Bridge District.
Klein stood at the church entrance and looked around. After confirming that the Vampire named Emlyn was there, he stepped inside.
He hadn't really wanted to come here. Sherlock Moriarty was publicly a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, so showing up at a church of the Mother Earth was rather inappropriate.
Especially since the Church of Steam's Machinery Hivemind was secretly protecting him.
But the pressure from the Desire Apostle, who could attack at any moment, was too much.
The other party probably wasn't really targeting the detectives, but what if he was? After finishing his original objective, it wasn't impossible that he might take the opportunity to get revenge.
Besides, he could feel that his Magician Potion was nearly digested. All he needed was one more chance to perform, or to keep playing the Detective for half a month.
He was still missing the Thousand-Faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland and blood for his Faceless advancement. But Emlyn, the Vampire who had promised to use the Sanguine's connections to help him gather the ingredients, hadn't come to see him. So he had no choice but to come ask how things were progressing.
Inside the church, Emlyn and Father Utravsky sat one behind the other on chairs, fingers interlaced and hands held before