The Mystery of the Bovine Butcher- Day one, later afternoon
Deputy Carter
Sheriff's Office, House of Angels
Finally putting his pen down the Deputy stood up and stepped out onto the porch of the Sheriff's office. Still no sign of Abraham which on its own wasn’t cause for concern. Looking up at the sky he noted that the sun was starting to creep down towards the horizon. It was amazing that he hadn’t been called on to sort out some sort of disturbance of the peace. No doubt the people in town were on their best behavior for the most part since there was going to be an event this evening and no one wanted an evening with the vast majority of god fearing people in one place. It meant that everyone could get together and relax and the vast majority of those who did not attend such functions were free to go along with their evening of debauchery free from any possibility of judgement. It was a funny thought but the church socials were a sort of cease fire between those that the christians of Job dubbed degenerates and those who enjoyed their drink, drugs, gambling and whoring more openly.
The last item on his list of things that the less upstanding would be enjoying this evening prompted action. Father Marks always extended an invitation to the House of Angels. Most people thought of it as distasteful even though to his knowledge none of the girls to date had accepted. Henry wasn’t sure if it was because the proprietor forbade the girls from going or if the girls understood the significance of the evening for their client base. Regardless Henry was always the go between for the invitation and besides that, Elias needed to be officially warned that strange things were afoot. About a year ago a methuselah, a several century old singular vampire, came through Job and was in the habit of ripping over the necks of whores and the homeless. It was probably best to make sure Elias was aware that he should be on the lookout for any strange individuals this evening. Not that Henry seriously expected them to be in danger it was just that while he had no idea what was going on it was best to keep the potentially vulnerable aware.
Making the walk down the street to the front of the house of angels Henry steeled himself and pressed through the front door. It was always strange being in such a place and it was not always a good idea for him to be seen there given that he was the town's Deputy twenty four hours a day every day of the year and frequenting such an establishment would not have looked good for his character. It really wasn’t that Henry thought he was above such things but he needed the people of Job to respect him and find his character flawless enough to continue handing down the law.
If they only knew…
Pushing through the front door Henry stood awkwardly in the front parlor of the establishment. The Deputy never knew what to do with himself here when he had not been called upon to handle a patron, a murder or something else pertaining to his job. This was different, he was a messenger for the town's Reverend. No doubt Pharrah would let him stew until Elias noticed or until a few of the girls had tried to get him to pay for time. It was all a game for the Madame and not one that Henry particularly enjoyed playing. Still. Henry was in her house only so often and he was the sort who played by the rules regardless of if he liked them or not.
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