The Abbey, 8:20 p.m.
Two days of reconnecting with her contacts, gathering intel, and trying to track down leads and all Cora had found was a headache. She stalked down the London street toward the only bar she frequented in her minimal downtime. 'Pff... frequented might be pushing it,' she thought irritably. 'And besides, it's not like you're really here for a good time...' Which was true. Cora was still technically working, considering she was hoping to find a certain tracker at the bar tonight.
The raven-haired witch let out a soft 'humph' of annoyance as she considered what she was doing. The only reason she even came to this place at all was because of Teague, and the thought of running into him by chance just turned her stomach thinking about it. After her chat with Trevor about why he had called her back home Cora was not looking forward to a conversation with Teague at all. First, there was the fact that she hadn't spoken to the tracker since she had vanished a year ago on the mission Trevor had given her. She had tried to write a letter with an explanation for Teague before she left but she had never been able to find the right words to say to him, so the damn thing had ended up thrown in the trash and never sent. Second, after Trevor filled her in on the kidnapping, it looked like all evidence pointed to MacTail being involved. Just thinking about what Trevor had told her sent a proverbial knife through her heart because whether she wanted to admit it or not, she still cared for Teague a great deal. If he really was involved in the kidnapping... Cora shook her head slightly to clear those thoughts out as she approached the door of the pub.
Stepping into the familiar place the hit-witch was mildly surprised at the lack of patrons currently. She had figured there would be a larger crowd at this hour, but in all honesty she wasn't upset. The fewer people she had to deal with, the better. Ordering a rum and coke Cora made her way over to the table where she had a clear view of the whole room and settled in for some good ol' fashioned waiting around. Sigh.