2. Two is company, three is inconvenient

"Purity Bay, what a shithole."
He stood in a convenient shadow behind the town hall, he stared down at the gray and rusting derelict dockyards that had once been the heart and soul of this now forgotten town. This was a place that had been slowly dying these last twenty years and in the bland, industrial surroundings it was unlikely that it would see rejuvenation any time soon. Not that anyone would really complain if the town just disappeared off the map forever.
"Purity Bay, home of the damned and haven of lost souls. You must exercise caution with every step that you make in this land, this place is forsaken."
"There are few places that aren't. Don't worry, my friend, I am not without my ways."
"It is not you that I am worried about, Clement, it is the lives of our brethren who may be put at risk by our involvement here."
"Needs must, my friend. Needs must."
Clement had been to this forsaken town once before, ten years back when he had been assigned to investigate what could only really be called a massacre that had taken place around the docklands area. Unfortunately his investigation had bore no fruit and the town once again dropped off the radar, or at least it had until a mutilated corpse had washed up off the San Diego coastline about three days back.
Finding a corpse in the ocean near any major American city isn't exactly a rare occurrence, you usually could find a nice ripe one every Monday morning, riddled with bullets or otherwise beaten. The point being that you generally don't get one that attracts higher attention than local law enforcement. But when you find one that happens to be missing several vital organs without apparent damage to the flesh other than the superficial scratchings of satanic runes certain agencies do sit up and take notice.
Hence Clement standing now looking down at the soulless docklands and the promenade that might at one time offered the promise of amusement offered now only the promise of a sexually transmitted infection or a felony. He reckoned that he could pass some time with one or the other if the Shuck Water bar lead proved to be a wild goose chase.
"You will contact us if you find anything..?"
"Aaron," Clement gave his shorter companion a wry smile, "you know that I'm not going to go off half cocked."
"Again."
The tall man chuckled to himself and felt the wind blow through his long dark hair, he knew that this was exactly the kind of cinematic pose that he should be striking in order to leave his companion with no confidence in him whatsoever.
The blond man named Aaron stepped back into the shadows and then was gone as if he had never existed, the darkness swallowing his presence in the same manner as a ravenous beast.
Clement pulled his long coat tighter around himself, he had forgotten how cold the breeze always seemed to be around this accursed town, he started down the hill towards the bland, low set building that was the Shuck Water bar.