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Where does that door lead to?” Day pointed at a door which opened out onto the dark alley.“I looked it up. It appears to be a small film studio,” the other officer finally stopped staring at God long enough to add to the conversation. “Porn films.”Day looked up in amusement. “Shut the fuck up.”The two cops nodded. “That’s what we pulled up in the system. We went around to the front. It’s locked and no one’s inside. We called the number registered to the address, but got no answer.”“Who’s the owner of the company?” God asked.The officer flipped a couple pages on his notebook. “Illustra is owned by Johnathan Mack. We also have a list of all the performers and staff.”Day looked at God. “I bet that little vixen we just apprehended has a recurring role here. Wonder what made her so mad that she wanted to kill someone as soon as she finished fucking.”“Maybe she didn’t get to come.” Ronowski chuckled, joined by several of the team members.Syn grimaced.“Yeah, that might make you homicidal alright,” Day added. “But I wouldn’t know.”“Day, shut the fuck up,” God barked at his lover's usual inappropriateness. It seemed Day had never met a boundary he didn't stomp right over.

Where does that door lead to?” Day pointed at a door which opened out onto the dark alley.“I looked it up. It appears to be a small film studio,” the other officer finally stopped staring at God long enough to add to the conversation. “Porn films.”Day looked up in amusement. “Shut the fuck up.”The two cops nodded. “That’s what we pulled up in the system. We went around to the front. It’s locked and no one’s inside. We called the number registered to the address, but got no answer.”“Who’s the owner of the company?” God asked.The officer flipped a couple pages on his notebook. “Illustra is owned by Johnathan Mack. We also have a list of all the performers and staff.”Day looked at God. “I bet that little vixen we just apprehended has a recurring role here. Wonder what made her so mad that she wanted to kill someone as soon as she finished fucking.”“Maybe she didn’t get to come.” Ronowski chuckled, joined by several of the team members.Syn grimaced.“Yeah, that might make you homicidal alright,” Day added. “But I wouldn’t know.”“Day, shut the fuck up,” God barked at his lover's usual inappropriateness. It seemed Day had never met a boundary he didn't stomp right over.

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