Shallows Creek: Requiem Of The Guilty

Into The Alley

Lockheart's now has his hands firmly grasped on Fredricks collar.

"I have had enough of your antics leave now!" Lockheart now shouting while yanking on Fredricks collar his eye's were like daggers piercing into him.

Fredrick standing firm in the face of Lockheart not yielding or moving, it seems at any moment they will come to blows, Ohlmes reaches his hand out to try and stop this from escalating any further but before he could a roar coming from the study's door stopped them all in their tracks.

"Lockheart you have gone too far!" It was Inspector Young his face beet red, anger in his eye's as he stomped over to the quarreling pair like an enraged boar. Ohlmes hopping out of the way of Young only to see him grab ahold of Lockheart's arm and flinging him like as if he were a small child.

"Father Fredrick please excuse his behavior I will remove him from the scene." Young trying to sound empathetic.

"It is quite alright I may have said more than I should have." The father adjusting his robes his sleeve now rolled past his elbow.

Ohlmes still trying to get a grasp on what transpired notices bandages on the fathers forearms he begins to speak but is cut off by Young. On the other side of the room

Lockheart is adjusting his coat glaring at Young and Fredrick as he was about to open his mouth he notices a lock of tangled white hair on the window sill. Dried blood stained the otherwise white lock of twisted mane, Lockheart now intrigued makes his way to the window. Peering out the window he could see a dingy cluttered alleyway, scanning the walls he could see a terrace just in reach of the window with what appeared to be dried blood in plain view. Now curious he makes his way out of the study all the while Ohlmes, Young, and Fredrick were occupied talking amongst themselves. As Lockheart was leaving the manor a crowd of nosy pedestrian's has gathered the constables having their hands full keeping them back. 

"It was spirits wasn't it!" A man in the crowd yells whipping the crowd into a frenzy.

"Who will keep us safe, where is the father we need him to tell us." An older women in the crowd shrieks. The constables having a hard time controlling the masses.

Using this confusion Lockheart walks to the side of the manor following the wall to the window of the study an alleyway adjacent to the window he begins to walk down it. The stone paved alley was mucky, wet with waste people threw from their windows the stench was awful. As Lockheart walked down the alley the sun could barely be seen on account of the buildings blocking the light making it quite dark. Reaching into his coat he produces a small flint lighter, he flicks the lighter sparks then flame the light is not much but he will need it if he hopes to find any clues that have not been buried in waste.