Greta Bow

A smile tugged at her lips and she lightly shook her head as she made her way further into the other woman’s apartment. At the question she turned back to Greta, “I’m French, of course I drink wine,” she gave her another smile before wandering over to the table. “This case is proving to be a tricky one then?” 

“You never know...” Her voiced trailed off as she stuck her head in the fridge. When she reemerged a bottle of white wine was in her hand. “Besides you’re kind of a mystery, Detective Bonnaire.”

“Always.“ Arthur chuckled following behind her and making himself at home. “That bad? Usually Patch is down for free food and Netflix.“

“Tell me about it.“

“Well, I wanted a detective’s opinion on this. Plus I’ve been talking Patch’s ear off already.” Greta sat down and began opening the file closest to her.

Bess raised an eyebrow at Greta then looked over the table. “Whilst seeing as I’m here already,” she said with a shrug - her way of saying she was perfectly ok with this turn of events without having to admit it.

“Great.” A wide smile replaced the concerned look on her face. She shut the door behind the detective and went over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. “Do you drink? If not I have water and lemonade.”

“Good thing I came prepared,“ Arthur rolled his eyes, gesturing at his current shift, which he used for work and business. “You already know I will do anything for a home cooked meal that I didn’t have to make myself.“

“See, we’re on the same wave length.” She shut the door behind him before passing in front of him and going back to the kitchen. “I know, but I also know that no one really wants to deal with this case.”

“I may have gotten you here with lies, but there is in fact dinner and we will just also happen to be going over my serial killer case.” She gestured to the table which was set with plates, wine glasses, and case files.

“If I was trying I wouldn’t be subtle about it.“ Vincent winked, signalling the bartender over and ordering them both another round of shots. “Do you want to get wasted?“

Greta shrugged and smiled, feeling comfortable with Vincent. “I don’t know. It’s been a while. Last time was with D.W., I think.”

Sirius sighed, removing his coat again, taking the files away from Greta and gesturing to Greta to join him in his office. “Tell me what you got.”

“Well,” She began, trailing him into his office, “at first I thought it was just hunter activity, since it was a heavy and wolf that were killed. But then a human showed up yesterday, with the exact same markings on the kill. So I went backwards a couple of months and found 4 more. All with this same wound on their hand. It’s very distinctive as you can see.” She took a breath after rambling and gestured towards the open file on the desk. “My guess is he incapacitates his victims before killing them. Otherwise why wouldn’t they supernaturals fight back?”

“It’s the adventurer in me. Same here but honestly, I’ve been trying to get the three of us together. I know it’s something you want,“ Arthur offered again. “If it’s too close to home then I’ll stop asking.“

She inhaled and held her breath while she thought. “I guess I could make someone up, maybe a new face who was another college friend? Do you normally see her husband’s family a lot?”

“It was epic. You have to join me next time.“

“And get stalked by a hunter for the rest of the day?” She teased with a smile, though the thought made her a bit queasy. “Well either way, I’m glad Church saved the day.”

Bess gave her friend a small smile in return. “No, I’d definitely like to see them. Thank you,” 

“Sure.” She placed the file down on her desk. “If you don’t want to talk about it, feel free to tell me to go away, but I’m here if you do.”

“Have a seat, Greta.“ Sirius sighed, walking into the living room and taking a seat.

Greta sat down on the chair opposite of the couch. “Yes?”