Stalk Dirty To Me || Louder
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Here’s where Berlioz was right now: in the back of a rented black van with tinted windows, parked on the corner of his own street, spying on his own house with his brother by his side.
Mission: Expose Edgar Balthazar was on its final stage.
See, they could’ve gone to someone about all the strange things they found after rummaging through Edgar’s flat….the passports, the bags of money, the costumes. The only thing was that they’d broken the law themselves to get that kinda stuff, and sure, all of it looked rather suspicious but it didn’t really add up to much of an answer, did it? Maybe he was a drug dealer, or a launderer, or a criminal mastermind on the run-- right now, all the evidence they had was, what was it called again? He’d picked Belle’s brain about it. Circumstantial? Yeah. And they needed to be absolutely sure they had a something before they went off to the police, or talked to Maman, or talked to Simba (though Ber wanted to talk to Simba).
So… naturally the next step meant stalking Edgar to wherever the hell it was he went and catching him in the act. So they had the van, they had a camera, they had really no bloody clue how to stalk someone, but they were gonna try.
Ber stiffened then as Edgar left the house. “Lou--” he said, his voice a breathy thing as he sat up in the seat. “Oi, that’s him! Start the car!”
A snort from the front seat. “Will you calm your twitchy little brother down?” snarked Hades as he started the ignition (because, you see, neither Bonfamille brother could drive...exactly. At least, Ber certainly didn’t feel confident enough to.) “Gotta let the bloke get in his own car first. Bloody hell. Like you’ve never stalked a man before.”