There was a knock on the door. It frightened him. He put the cigarette out. Looked through the peep hole. It was the clean shaven kid who was at the bar earlier.

"Sorry sir. You can't smoke here."

Blake looked confused. "Oh of course."

"I mean. I'm cool with it. But Just the rules."

"Yeah no problem. I won't do it again."

"Thanks. Have a good night."

Blake began preparing to go outside to finish the smoke. But he decided he didn't want the cigarrette anymore. He wanted to continue his research. He took out one of the complimnetary water bottles from the mini fridge and sat back down at the laptop.

There was only one other bottle besides this. His mouth was dry in a sticky way. He probably needed at least three bottles before going to sleep to counter the alcohol. He'd probably end up just drinking from the tap.

"come on Danny," he told himself.

Calruso didn't post anything himself. All the information was written by other people. Featuring Danny as part of organizations. There was no Facebook account. No Instagram. No Twitter.  Nothing personal. Just public facing.

What Blake needed was an in with someone who knew Danny. Someone he could talk to one on one.