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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Two? Has he made a friend other than Julian?" Fredrich asked as he lightly touched his warm lips. Was Daniel getting popular already? He wasn't sure how to feel about his son having multiple friends. Next thing he knew they'd be coming here without him knowing and find all sorts of classified information. Then how would he explain to Daniel that his friends "disappeared"?

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Girls?" For a man so well versed in the ways of the world, he seemed to be very confused. It was also entertaining watching a gay man get so confused by a simple word. "But he's only five. Shouldn't they be worried about cooties instead?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich nodded. "I had mine during elementary. Before then I was under the assumption that girls were disgusting and carried cooties, just as every other boy thought. Do cooties not exist anymore?" He crossed his arms and closed his eyes in frustration. Children Daniel's age were already developing crushes? Well, it must've made sense if children in junior high were getting ready to be parents. Hmm, he'd have to find ways to make Daniel be terrified of the very thought of relationships.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of how to feel. Was he supposed to be jealous? All he could think of was a five-year-old Ellery surrounded by five-year-old girls. What did children like that even do? Give each other make overs? What about the Austrian, what did he do? Ah, he was as average as any boy. Had his share of fun, worked hard to please his parents. Maybe a little of a bully, he was starting to learn how to use that cold glare of his.
"I spent most of my time after school with my parents." he said, trailing off towards the end of his sentence. There was a brief pause. "Let's go to the hospital."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich sat at the dining table, his laptop opened. Ever since the Chief had made a new friend he had gotten very lenient one his men's work schedules. The detective decided to take advantage of this and go home under the guise of investigating another murder caused by the Nightingale assassin. In a way, he was true to his word.
Connected to the underworld of the internet, Fredrich went from forum to forum. Most of these were blatant scams, others were more *****. If he wanted, he could find the real IP addresses of most of these people and arrest them, but doing that would expose himself. Besides, when you use this deep web, it's almost like being in a community.
Finally, Fredrich reached his own website. It was nothing more than a black screen, save a blinking line that signified where you type and one sentence above it:
"Who do you want assassinated?"
There were many requests, there always were. It all ranged from people he never even heard of to the president, but an assassin had his standards, so top notch celebrities were out of the question. Unless, of course, the offer was nice.
Fredrich swept through the requests. Most of the time he picked at random, making him wonder if that was how the lottery went. He had to be quick, though. Ellery left to pick up Daniel, but he should be back any minute now, and the last thing he needed was Daniel poking at his computer.
The detective refreshed his page to see several new requests. His dark blue eyes widened as he recognized one of the names.

Bae Young.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich read that name over and over again, as if it had been a trick of the lighting this entire time and would become a different name the next time he looked. It didn't, it stayed that name. That one name. Bae Young. He clicked on the name and hacked into the computer of the person that requested it. One of the people Ellery's band was against, if he remembered right. It was the same man at that opera theatre He didn't seem like he hated the band that much, so why Bae? Fredrich closed his eyes, vividly remembering those annoying photos of Bae blushing around Ellery, staring at him with longing eyes. He wouldn't be lying if he said he wished he had been asked to assassinate him.
The real question was: could he? This was Ellery's closest friend, it was also his livelihood. Fredrich could no doubt support the entire family on his own, but soon enough news would spread that Bae's death was caused by the Nightingale, and after that there would be no doubt he'd lose both Ellery and Daniel. But he was still the Nightingale. He couldn't make exceptions to targets for emotional reasons. In the end, it boiled down to which he liked more, his family or his job.
Before he could make his decision, Ellery's voice chimed into the apartment and the detective quickly shut his laptop. He turned just in time to see the songwriter give him a curious stare. "I'm fine. Hayden was just showing me his latest sculpture and, erm, that's not something Daniel should see." he explained while coughing into his face. He glanced over to see the boy walking around him in a particular way. "Daniel," he said, making sure the boy could tell that he was onto something. "Come here."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich reached out and gently grabbed Daniel's chin, turning his face from side to side to make sure that was the only problem. "Nothing." he repeated emptily as he gazed down at the bits of bruise he could see over the peas. In a way he was glad about Daniel's bruise. It served as a good distraction against what he had just seen.
"How did you get this bruise if it was nothing?" he asked while letting go of the boy's face and looking down at him for an explanation.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.