#elsewhere

"One that was paid to do it." He says, grimly. "I'm not going to blame the 'messenger' as it were, but I will strongly discourage him from ever taking any hit on my territory again. And yeah, he is a shit to target a dog, job or no job."

"So you already know the guy?" Jimmy hasn't seen Symon quite like this before. Sure, the guy enjoys scaring folks, but this isn't 'funny ha ha' scare.

A shrug. "I've never met him. But I was able to get a look at him, and found out what he goes by and where he hangs out. It's... kith business, it's complicated."

"He's a sluagh? Shit. I see. " A frown "I still don't like leaving you alone on this."

there's a sound of dollar bills flying out the window.. .purely chimerical, but a sign they've entered Massachutses

A small smile. "You're not, I'll know you're there. And I'm just gonna talk to the guy." Frown. "If it escalates... you let the lodge know, okay? I'm aiming to confirm who hired him, so that Chief or Dagmar can claim justice on the guy behind it. Even if the Escheat doesn't protect animals, it was still on Lodge grounds."

"Gotcha. Have speed text ready. Don't worry, one thinng about we piskies, we're agile, and that includes fast fingers"

A small smile. "Prove it, whatcha got from my pockets?" Not really a challenge, more sociable. "And if you want to run the risk, you can come in with me. Blend in, and if I can't get the info I need... 'I claim ignorance on any hands that might just happen into anyone's pockets." An innocent look - well, he tries, it looks a bit malicious despite his best effort.

"OH I don't reach into sluagh's pockets, no offense. But half the time I do not like the feel of what you guys collect" A smile then "But uhm" He reaches into HIS pocket, and hands him a button "This came off your jacket"

He grins gummily. "Think you might make an exception for a dog-poisoner? In a completely rhetorical, theoretical sense."

"You.. you want me to plant something on him or pick it off him?" Curious

He ponders this. "I don't know how to TattleTale, or even know if he might go back to the same guy. Like, maybe he's a personal hitman, or maybe this was just one job in a string. Like a gig economy but for hits. I wonder if they have an app." He refocuses.

"If there was anything on him that might tie him back to who hired him... if I can't get him to admit it at least verbally."

"What do you think?" Giving the Piskie a curious look.

"If he's hired, doesn't he have to report to the guy who hired him? Maybe we shoudl try to steal his phone if he has one?"

He ponders. "Can you judge the situation and if I'm not getting anywhere, try that? I can at least be a distraction."

"Sure... hope my hand is quicker than his eyes if it tcomes to that"

"I'll back you up. You're Rivervale too."

"Oh me? I'm the colorful peasant folk" He says 'Okay, I'm not that colorful, but I DO love the place you know?"

"I'd be peasant folk too, if I was smart enough to have spied to know they wanted to hang a title on me, I'd have been miles away before the party." A hand goes to touch the wide bracelet on his arm.

"Respect and recognitions for heroic help. You hear about it, but you never think it will happen to you"

A sigh. "I could do with less recognition. It makes me antsy. Like, I don't want to be called upon. Helping out when I feel like it? Now that's okay."

Jimmy rolls his eyes "A part of you loves it. I've seen you swell just a bit when the folks you care about tell you how they needed you. It's not just flattery on how cunning. It's not that you want to help when you want to, it's that when ever they need help, you WANT to."

A frown, and he fidgets a bit. Finally, "Not the way I see it." A weak retort, at best.

"Dude, when Dagmar came on tthe scene, angry and lashing out... she still doesn't know that one of the reason folks didn't play tricks on her is because YOU made it known you'd know, and bad things might happen so on. " A pause "or did you tell her that you looked after her as much as she looked after you?"

His head ducks a bit, uncomfortable. "Didn't have to tell her anything. Dagmar and me, we have an understanding. We've got each others backs."

"Yeah, you do. So.. you best get used to being made one of them"