Heather's Asylum

"Naturally, she disgraced my mademosielle..."

"Your mademoiselle being Raven?"

"How did you know that?"

"I do research on many people, Sylvester."

Deciding to test her knowledge he posed a question, "Alright then, if you're as well researched as you suggest, what do you know of Crest Strayer?"

"His full name is Steven 'Crest' Strayer.  His cousin, his best friend, died when he was young, ridding himself of all emotion, until he meets Samantha Nuel.  He has an alter ego named Nadir, coming out when he is on a sugar high."  I tell him other things, like his shoe size, eye color, and other little things like that.

"Very well. You have sufficiently convinced me."

I nod, picking up a vial, "This will expand Jack Nuel's insanity."

He takes the vial from her, "I'm appreciative. Now how to get it to him."

"You could slip it in his food or drink.  Inject it in him while he's sleeping.  There's a number of things you could do to get it into him."

"You're a little too knowledgeable about this, doctor..."

"I AM a doctor.  And those ideas are very obvious, actually."

"Do you see the strayers and jack often?"

"I do keep an eye on them, but I mainly focus on things here in my asylum."

"If anyone asks, I was not here."

I just nod, but not promising anything.

"Well then, I bid you adieu."

"Good luck."

"I don't need luck, I am a death eater." He turned his heel on her and began to walk out, "You'd best heal my mother, you'd not like to be on the receiving end of my wrath."

"Whatever you say..."

With that, he walked out, having gotten all he needed and more.

H knew Heather was most likely the case of Sam's disappearance. Crouch was still weakened, Raven and Sylvester haven't been up to anything recently and given Heather's obsession with his old friend's wife.. that put two and two together.

The masked death eater made his way inside, "Heather, I thought we had reached an understanding..."

Heather has locked Sam in a room, where Sam has done completely nothing to escape, too worried about Crest to think about anything else.  Heather observes her with fascination.  It seems her whole world revolves around Crest Strayer... She hardly cares for anyone or anything else.  Hmmm..... What if her life was in danger?  Would she do anything?  She was about to press a button so she could find out when she hears H's voice.  

"I'm simply fascinated, H.  Is that a crime?"

"I'll tell you firsthand, I don't care about crime at all. In fact I prefer it. However, I did tell you not to interfere with Sam. After all, she's my friend's wife and she's pivotal to seeing him change his ways back."

"It's not like Crest Strayer is around.  He's been missing for quite a while now."