[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Wyndham Manor
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	A part of him wished he could have been there to accompany Mr. Wyndham the day he went missing. He wondered if he could still be here today if he ever did accompany him. The thought of it upsets him, as he constantly felt that he was partly to blame, it was part of his job to guard him after all. Gerard was loyal to the man, he was Mr Wyndham's right hand man if you will. The man never saw what others see in him, a hopeless mess, when he was at his lowest. Instead he saw something precious, without a second of a doubt,  and for that he was graciously thankful, vowing his loyalty to him and his family with his life. He had a kindness that he thought was uncommon, a kindness he saw from nobody else since but with Millie. 

	The constable motioned Gerard as they were about to move out, when the constable paused and pick up what he assumed to be Millicent's journal. Raising a brow, Gerard could not read the look Constable Smith was showing while he glanced at him from time to time. Whatever it was, his curiosity was piqued. But having something kept under the bed, of all places, was warning enough that it was not meant to be seen by anyone. Except maybe for a constable in the middle of a crucial investigation. Gerard urged himself to leave it be. 

	Gerard nodded at the constable's request, and went over at Abby before they left the room. [color=a2d39c]" I'll be back to fix the window once I'm done assisting the constable."[/color] he smiled gently and followed Constable Smith. He lead him downstairs and to the the office, going in first where he showed to him it's ransacked state.