Carver kept his distance through and through, but it showed here. He let Chris lead, as the man seemed prone to do, but it was only now that more evidence of the strange man betrayed itself to Piper, of all people. As she followed, gaining a strange look from the other deputy who was just a moment before busying herself with paperwork at her rundown desk. However, given the younger woman's company of the veterinarian and the drifter, there wasn't any apprehensiveness outside the look... and that's when she saw it; a distinctive silhouette hung briefly over Carver's hip at the inside of the waistband, concealed only by the man's shirt and jacket.

When he paused, coming to a slow halt, he observed the two's exchange and back to Deputy Trish, but in this slight motion there was the boxy frame of a handgun. Either the sheriff's deputies weren't aware or very much were, but either way it added only to the mystery. In a subtle motion, his hand brushed the overcoat aside and it vanished from sight, hidden once more.

[i]"...but you’re probably not going to like the conclusion I come to. Based on what Carver’s been telling me, you’ve been given a relatively similar conclusion from various different sources. Do you still have the pictures?”[/i]

It was now the outsider looked back to the woman trailing him, motioning for her to follow with a faint gesture of his head. There was no delay with that, not even as the two men exchanged glares, and they proceeded into the evidence room. The older deputy, fumbling with his keys, paid no heed to the addition either, but things were going to turn far stranger yet... more uncomfortable, more unsettling.

The pictures Chris had been requested to take during his stints with the county were not pretty. They were a bit gruesome to say the least, the best description one could conjure up being similar to the attacks a rabid chimpanzee might inflict; the people weren't just beaten, clawed or bit to death, they were mauled. That's what made it so off - none of the dentition fit wolves, nothing had been eaten, there was less blood then there should've been and in all truth, it seemed to be something a person could do. But how? Barring that, why? Jennings had no real crime to speak of and the sheriff was away, the two deputies hadn't seen anything like it, and there was no precedence for it. The people were just outside at dusk, which came early this time of year, but that was neither here nor there by comparison.

The deputy kept his eyes away as it visibly didn't sit well with the man. 

Carver meanwhile, proved to lay them out in a orderly manner that reflected how Chris had worked with them. For as mangled as they appeared, he hadn't much a reaction beyond the occasional hesitation and obvious efforts of psychological disassociation. The man, for what he was worth, did his best to continue not knowing whoever these people were. It made it easier when it wasn't personal, truth be told.

"Cutter went out for a bit, said he," The deputy said, keeping to himself in the corner and setting the keys to his hip but pausing momentarily mid sentence, " - said he'd be back later. Some time after when we got you all here and we gave him a call. That said uh, you might as well help yourself..."

The man deflected, fingers tracing the seam of his pant's pocket in visible discomfort. The tan and brown uniforms, as distinct as they were, just added to the effect that these officers weren't the police, let alone beat cops. Seeing people [i]killed[/i] was one thing, seeing them [i]savaged[/i] was another. They were archaic and almost out of another time previously with their widely brimmed campaign hats and penchant for gold colored affixtures to their uniforms. It was then Pierce gave an awkward, but attempted reassuring smile to Piper while skirting toward the door.

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