Owainn Morgan (dditectif) wrote in thedarkera, @ 2020-03-04 11:16:00 |
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Leads from across the water.
"Morgan!"
Owainn's head comes up from the pile of reports on his desk just as a heavy, battered, dirty letter strikes his chest, pitched at him by O'Connor. He lets out a small 'oof' when it lands hard in his lap. It might as well have been a package.
The writing is vaguely familiar. His name is in script, address is exact. It's taken its time to get here. No return address. Oversized, paper folded many times and waxed closed to create an envelope. Curiosity piques, and Owainn tears it open. Inside are reports, much like those strewn across his desk relating to the rash of murders he's working.
Keep an eye out.
-Tosh
There are two extremely detailed drawings, and the faces are unmistakable. The soft profile of Cora Erickson, and the harsh, cutting edges of Marceline. His eyebrow ticks up, surprise and curiosity colliding together. The drawings are set aside carefully, left where Owainn can see them. The reports are separated, one for Cora and one for Marceline. Owainn had no real reason to bother with Cora; she ran a clean business, kept her nose clean, and had one of the largest shotguns he'd ever seen behind the bar. His arrangement with Marceline means he looks the other way with what she needs to do to keep those less alive functioning.
But they'd worked together. Had a business together. And were suspected of offing a ranger headed west on the trail of a gang of robbers. Important man, reported his last location as Scorched Gulch. Never seen again. Cora and Marceline claimed he had been there, beaten up on a girl, and they chased him out. Sounded believable.
When Tosh and his partner Will had shown up, a year later, Marceline and Cora split town.
He flips through everything twice, then sits back in his chair. It creaks loudly. How long had he been hunched forward? His back objects, and Owainn stands up and stretches, then starts organizing the mess of his desk. Order is needed.
Owainn runs a list in his head. He needs a recent map of London. He needs to speak to Marceline - though that one immediately slips down the list, because he doesn't want to go to Wytchwood other than his midday runs every two weeks where he spends a maximum of five minutes at the bar and leaves again. Task someone with keeping an eye on van Tassel. Go through the pile of information on van Tassel. Begin mapping the deaths with patterns, because though others believe Owainn is grasping at air, he knows in the pit of him that there is a pattern to the 'lesser dead' murders happening.
For now, though, he rolls a cigarette and heads up to the roof the precinct building. He'll write Tosh back, once he figures if he's going to tip him off to Cora and Marceline. Better to see what those two had to say, or had to pay, first.