It wasn't hard to miss the media attention, especially when one was looking for it. When Vinny read the article about what had happened at the Rutherford Gala, his blood had boiled. He had half a mind to march on over to Winnipeg, to give the Rutherford Snake a piece of his mind, but in the end what would it do? Nothing. It would just make things worse.
Instead, he went to Bryson, who told him Elliot was in Chicago with her friend, the one who had slapped the jerk. And then he had been called away on a work trip to Brazil. Now he was finally back in North America and heading to Chicago to finally find out what he could do for his best friend.
Vinny drew in a deep breath, knocking on the door. A woman answered, someone he recognized from the Society, and they exchanged pleasantries before he was ushered in to the door to the guest bedroom. He knocked again, and when the door opened, he gave his best approximation of a sad yet supportive smile.
"Hey there lass," he said, holding up a small soapstone elephant. "A gift from Brazil for you."