Lockheart, Ohlmes and Young turn towards the gruff voice, it was from a mountain of a man who easily towered over Lockheart, he was wearing a finely tailored long black coat, the sleeves of his coat look to be straining under the pressure of the mans thick muscular arms that seemed ready to burst out at the seams. His face was angular and rigid it was as if it were sculpted out of jagged marble, a thick mutton chop with graying hairs adored the sides of his face. As the man walked towards the three Inspector Young’s face became drained of all color and his mouth hung open like a panting dogs.
“Chief Inspector I am so sorry we had an unexpected disturbance with the crowd, all is well.” Young manages to squeak out his usually deep voice now sounded similar to a birds chirping. Chief Richard
