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[h1][b][i][color=2956b2]London, England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[b][i][color=2956b2]The Strand:[/color][/i][/b] The Adelphi was was right on the Strand, and it was a hop skip and a jump over the main road that was the name sake for said area. Down a couple more streets and there Thalken would be in the main lower end. Thing was, it wasn't exactly lower end. It was just considered the lower area of the Strand near Pall Mall - considering Buckingham Palace was just a short walk from there everything was lower end. This was the more merchant and servant area. Mid-scale clothing shops, merchants, butcher, and of course the Glimmeric. London's premiere Brothel. Sure there were other Brothels in the city but this one catered to the more upper class. Many a woman had gone from high priced whore to a taken care of Mistress by a patron. 

	Two blocks down from the Glimmeric was an alleyway that came from the south side of the area and broke onto the street. It was an ideal place to keep watch. One could see down the street from one end to the other and still remain in the shadows. Looking down to the west one could see a small crowd of people, the owner of the Glimmeric, and the local butcher. Not to mention one dead Lord Galloway, who had just last night escaped the Soulless attack on Almack's. One however couldn't see how he died from this vantage point yet it was in the very spot the pool of blood had been in back near the docks. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Westminster Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] Dr. Graham nodded as he pulled a file out from his drawer and set it down on the desk in front of Fyror, he kept his hand on it for a moment as he looked at the young soldier. "Yes, and more than you can know. Please, brace yourself should you chose to look at what is contained in this file. It is not for the faint of heart," he warned before removing his hand and stepping behind his desk. Sitting down once again he waited to see if Fyror would take a look at the file with the name Annabell Rutherford written in script on the front. 

	What was contained within could only confirm ones worst nightmares. It was an autopsy report done by Dr. Graham himself. Within the file was a hand drawn record of the wounds on the body when it was found. Listed out were 8 broken ribs, a broken clavicle, compound fracture on the fibula, the right hand crushed, three broken vertebra, and a cracked skull. These wounds, while horrid in and of themselves could easily be chalked up to a bad fall down a large set of stairs or from a great height. Which on the copy of the death report listed - Death by Fall. 

	It was what else was in the report that truly showed the agony this woman must have gone through even before her death. The skin listing showed numerous burns which were in various states of healing. There was a notation of nearly six dozen lash marks and scars that must have spanned at least six months. Eyes showed the remains of several near drownings. The most heart wrenching notation in the file was the [i]private feminine area[/i] mauling and damage. 

	Pulling his glasses from his face and tossing them onto the desk Dr. Graham swallowed the memories of the day he wrote that report. "She was once so bright and beautiful but within six months of their engagement she was married and dead. The money from her family went to Lord Rutherford. She was the eldest, her father had gone missing, all funds were left to her until she wed. I fear the same will happen to Miss Wyndham. I do not know your relation with the family but she seemed to feel safe with you last night. I have yet to be able to get the court to listen to my findings. He holds much information on so many in the House of Lords they dare not cross him. If Miss Wyndham marries him..." he said, his words trailing off at the end. There was no need to complete that sentence. 

	"What can do you? Other than kill him? I know not..."