The Taking of Adam Cornelisz

The photos slowly start to gain definition. The very clearly show Jacob doing... something... with his hands. Shadows are flowing out from the walls, but it's the others in the pictures that are alarming. Everyone is standing in the places that they were in, but everyone is also dead. Leviticus stands there, the tip of a dagger protruding from his chest. Anthony's shirt is full of holes blossoming crimson.

Current Cast: Cliff Ravenloft, Leviticus Lawson, and Anthony Farganello

Anthony, you've seen tubs like the one Carson has seen before. And you know that smell. Someone was disappeared in this tub. Based on what you know so far, that person was probably Maria, the real mother of Adam. Do you know anyone who would be familiar with this kind of work?

Cliff, these photos are... macabre. And very weird. But in the back of your mind, you know... you've seen pictures like these before. Where? And when?

Leviticus, you've heard about the men that were seen around the grounds. The description of one of them sounds familiar. You think you might have seen him a few times in New York City. Where was he hanging out?

Without more information on the photos, It's probably best to save them for later. Reddington might be a good lead though. If he'll talk to you. He's not exactly the nicest person though, so him talking to you might not be a bonus. Still, it's the only lead you have so far to find the child. It's going to be a long night while you wait for the snow to clear enough to drive out of here....

The Colonel is willing to go along with whatever you say in regard to Jacob's death. You just need to give him a cover story before you leave. After that, it's just a matter of grabbing a car tomorrow and heading to New York to find this Reddington.

After the disturbing events at the Cornelisz house, you all leave with doubts as to the truth of the story you were told about the child. It seems now that the child was not a Cornelisz at all, unless Jacob had forced himself upon his former maid. But the story she told in her diary claims something far more sinister...

"Old eyes have the Corneliszs, like deep wells.... He dragged me into the garden. The stars were all strange and there was another moon in the sky. It descended on me..."

The thoughts still spin through your mind until you get back to the city, and there, the incessant drone of traffic, the calls of the street hawkers, and the intermittent sirens drive away your thoughts ((refresh your pools)), at least long enough for you to grab a good night's sleep at the Gramercy Park Hotel, a stone's throw away from many of the popular destinations in New York City.

If you're going to find the child now, for either its sake or its 'adoptive' mother's, you're going to have to find its kidnappers. Reddington, the man whose description Leviticus recognized, spends many nights in the Crescent, a nightclub - if you can call it that - a few blocks away. You could scour the streets to find out where he is when he's not there. You also learned from the Colonel before you left that the kidnappers' are going to be waiting for the ransom to be paid at the 45th Street subway station in Brooklyn at five o’clock in two days time - tomorrow, now. He'll be by the poster advertising
Lucky cigarettes, and you'll get further instructions there.

What's your next move, as a group?

The three of you head to the Crescent. It's not the glitziest place you've ever been in, but as you enter into the foyer with it's slowly peeling white-and-gold striped wallpaper and the scuffed and scraped dark teak accents, the jazz that echoes in from the main ballroom along the thin, wood-paneled hallway mixes with the laughter of the guests, and it's clear that everyone here's having a good time.

Well, maybe almost everyone. From a side hallway comes the grumbling of an argument that's threatening to blow up into a full-fledged fight, and then suddenly, a drunk stumbles past you, lurching against the coat-check desk that's apparently on a ship in a storm while the rest of the place is on solid ground. he mutters something about people pushing him around, and it's not clear if he meant you or the other guy he was arguing with, and then he's through the door and out into the night.

"Welcome to the Crescent, gentlemen!" A deep, not-quite-jovial voice books out from the side hallway, and a middle-aged man in a black pinstripe suit that matches his curly hair steps up to you, offering to shake your hands. "I'm not sure I know you. First time here? Let me buy you a drink!"