Who: Manhattan and Geo
When: 3pm
Where: The streets near the Marsh's house

Well. That had been silly.

Geo walked down the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. Why didn't you think of that? He'd wanted to talk to Peyton, needed to get out of the house - the two had combined to him wandering over here....

But at this time she was barely out of school, and certainly not home. Brilliant. So here he was, walking back towards his house, but taking it slow. He still needed the fresh air, needed something other than thinking about jobs and life and his eye and all the other things pressing in on him at the moment, taking in almost every distraction and relishing it for what it was - a moment where he didn't have to think.

Manhattan was parked down the block from the house Derek had told her he had dropped dropped the kid off a few nights back. She had been sitting in her truck for a good fifteen minutes already after having picked up a replacement phone, which now was sitting on the passenger seat still wrapped in its original package. As far as she could discern there had been no movement at the house, no one coming or going from the premises. She was going to give if another ten before tossing it in for the afternoon, she'd come back later that night to try again to see if there'd be any sign of the boy Derek had encountered.

A quick glance down the street a moment or two later had the hunter snatching the drawing she'd been given off the dash, eyes moving from the approaching figure to the sketch, and then back again. What Derek had done wasn't an expert rendition, but had been done well enough to give Manhattan an idea of what the boy looked like, and the one walking down the street in her direction certainly seemed to fit the sketch provided. She'd wait it out a few seconds more to see if the boy headed for the house or continued walking, if the latter she'd leave her truck and follow him on foot.

He'd never realized how much he relied on having two eyes. Balancing - while not hard, exactly - was not something he was used to needing to think about, and the loss of the peripherals on that side was making him jumpy. The vamps had left, he was near Peyton's; what did he have to worry about? He'd just circle 'round the block, and go back home. Maybe I'll stop someplace and get a slushy or somethin'.

The hairs on the back of his neck were prickling as he crossed the street, and he couldn't shake the eerie feeling that he was being watched. He'd always hated that feeling. He took a long, sweeping glance down the street, just trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from. You're probably imagining things...

Leaning back in the driver's seat Manhattan continued watching the boy, noting the apparent change in his body language and the way he now gave sweeping glances along the street. Something had set him off, make him suspicious of his surroundings. She didn't think she had been spotted for the mere fact that the boy didn't give any indication that he knew she was there. No long, hard glance in her direction, which would have been a dead giveaway. So she remained tucked away in her truck keeping surveillance on the boy and the house Derek had given her the address to. If the boy didn't make any approach to the house and started walking from her view, Manhattan'd simply follow at a discreet distance. If the house she'd been watching wasn't where he lived then she'd just let the boy lead her to the one that was. Cause really all that Derek was looking for was information on the kid, not like he had instructed her to snatch the boy off the street.

Ok, so there was a truck, but...yeah, trucks were common, even though he'd never seen one like that parked there. He hooked a pen out of his pocket as he walked, taking his iPod at the same time to attempt and cover the motion. Another glance down the way as he walked, and he caught the numbers on the plate, repeating them over and over as he shoved the earbuds in...but leaving the music off. He wanted to be able to hear...

Earbuds in correctly, he jotted the number - least he thought it was the number; it was hard to tell without really well-and-truly staring. Maybe he could get Helen or someone to run the plates. Figure out who the heck was watching him...

Yeah. Like that would ever happen...Hell, this was creepy. How did spies survive feeling this crappy all the time?

Her gaze never faltered from the kid, if it had she very well may have missed the very non chalant way he took pen to paper after the barely noticeable tick of his eyes in direction of her truck. It was in quite the casual manner and if one had not been watching the boy closely they most likely would have missed it. He could have just been making random notes of reminders to himself, but that hunter's instinct of hers was telling her it was a highly unlikely factor.

If she was right and the kid made her then the likelihood he'd lead her to his place of residence was zero to nil. Which meant a different approach(plan B) was in order. With a slow easing open of the door Manhattan slipped ever so casually out of the vehicle. With the door closed Manhattan leaned against it in what could be perceived as a non threatening manner as Geo continued in her direction. She really didn't want anything more then to have a few words with the boy.

Geo's eye widened slightly when the woman got out of the truck. Great. Now what? If he turned and headed the other direction, she'd know something was wrong. He kept walking, sliding the number back into his pocket with the pen, and hooking his fingers through the pendant's cord, ready to wrap it around his wrist if she started asking weird questions. He was soon even with her truck, and managed to force a weak smile. "Nice day, innit?" He called out, acting as if he was just going to keep walking. Think I'm gonna stop somewhere and don't leave until I don't see her truck...

"Got a minute, kid." Manhattan threw out with a smile after Geo offered a casual sort of greeting, though didn't make an attempt to slow his walk when he came up even with her. She was giving the pleasant thing her best shot, though didn't take any steps to move away from the truck. Last thing she wanted to do was spook the poor kid. Cause, really all she was wanting was to talk for a few minutes, see what she could get out of him without being too obvious of what she was after.

"I might," Geo remarked back, still watching the woman warily. Her smile didn't show fangs, and she sounded normal enough - nice, even heartbeats, nice steady breathing - and that knowledge put him a tiny bit more at ease, though his hackles were still raised. He took a few steps further before halting, still a few feet away from her and her truck. "That would depend entirely on what you need my minute for."

"Just a question or two?" Or three, maybe four. "You live around here?" She tossed at him next. His answer would tell her whether the boy lived in the house Derek had dropped him off at or not. Manhattan really didn't need Geo to be all that close, as long as he was in within hearing range that was all well and good for the hunter.

O...kay, that's not a suspicious question at all! He almost decided to keep walking, but the thought maybe she's doing a survey or something? kept him there. "'round here," He answered warily, "But not on this street. Closer to the lake."

"You ever see this guy around the neighborhood?" And with those words Manhattan produced a black and white head snapshot of a guy that looked to be around mid 30, blonde hair cropped close to his head, clean cut, with blue-gray eyes, though his eye color wasn't really all that noticeable from the black and white picture the hunter presented to the boy. It was highly unlikely that Geo had ever caught even the briefest glimpse of the man as he had been a target of a previous hunt and had met his demise long ago.

"No." He only glanced at the picture - but that was really all he needed. "Never seen him before in my life." That was the truth. He scratched behind his ear, tilting his head and trying to look harmless. "Why? He missing? Or some sorta trouble?"

"He's wanted back in Chicago, and word has it he's found his way up here." Manhattan stated. The hunter not bothering to go into any details, but should the boy make any inquiries as to what the man was wanted for she'd bullshit her way through it with a convince-able answer.

"What's your name, Kid?" The question asked as Manhattan slipped the picture back into the inner pocket of her leather jacket. She then slipped her hand into an outer pocket to extract what looked like a business card.

"Geo." And she was crazy if she thought he was gonna give much more. He watched her reach into her pocket warily, not sure what to expect but ready to hit the road if it was anything dangerous. The fact that she was running around with pictures didn't exactly reassure him in the least. "George, really, but everyone calls me Geo."

"George." Repeating the name he had given with a casual tone. "If you happen to see this guy, give me a call." Manhattan offering the business like card she removed from her pocket. "I'm detective Reese Jackson with the Marquette police department." And it said as much on the card she passed toward the boy, along with a phone number and extension. With it being highly unlikely that Geo would phone the station, there'd be no way the real Reese Jackson would learn of her impersonation of the detective. And on the chance the boy did make a call for some strange reason, he wouldn't get a hold of Detective Jackson as he was currently on leave from the force.

He took the card with his necklace palmed and ready to slip on, still eying her suspiciously. Police...maybe this was in relation to the vampires, then? But if she was a detective, shouldn't she be out doing something and not harassing poor guys out on the street? Yeah, jackass, that's what she's doing. Investigating. Duh? He nodded, pocketing the card. "If I see him I'll call. Or hear his name...?" He left the statement more like a question as he toyed with the idea of asking if she knew officer Helen Williams as a test, but decided against it. Maybe he should call Syn or Bu' about this?

"His name is Jasper Jacks, though he might be using an alias." She informed the kid. And like the chances of Geo actually seeing the guy, he'd not likely hear the name she just gave. "Call if you see or hear anything, okay." Manhattan added before making the move to re-enter her truck. She'd sit tight for a few more minutes after the boy would have started walking away, watching him to see if she might get lucky and see if he'd disappear into any of the houses along that block or the next.

Geo just gave a tight nod and a sloppy salute. "Jasper Jacks. Got it and will do." She looked like she was wrapping it up, so he gave a small wave and shoved his hands back into his pocket, slouching off down the street and listening intently for anything that sounded like her getting out of her truck. If she did that he'd probably end up running, which...yeah, wouldn't look suspicious at all.