[Gotham City] Savoir-vivre

The Police had been there, and then the agents from CSI had roped off the place. Of course, humans did not find much, and soon enough, they cleared out, taking the bodies with them to be examined. Yet, humans were always humans, so they did not pay any attention to the shadow of a feline stalking the side of the building, sneaking inside when an officer walked out through the backdoor. He'd been watching the police from the other side of the street as they carried out the bodies, but those were not important in finding who did this; it was pretty obvious WHAT had done it; now the WHO was a little trickier.

Like a black shadow, the black cat moved through the empty kitchen, the smell of cooking still in the air. Slowly, he pushed up the door leading into the restaurant, still partly lit, with the moonlight filtering through the panorama windows. The cat stopped momentarily, sniffing the air, its ears carefully listening, slowly crossing the floor, its paws soundless against the luxurious carpet.

"Well, smells of death, alright," Salem muttered, jumping onto one of the chairs before continuing to the table. "Ooo, these people were having oysters, which was nice for them. Sorry they decided to eat out now, but still nice."

Salem's feline eyes drifted around the rest of the restaurant, piercing the darkness. Of course, it made no sense for the creature to linger, but one could never be too sure.

Now, he just needed to wait for his partner in crime to get there.