[center][h1][b][i][color=darkorchid]James Tanner[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[sub][i]Location: Health Clinic
Interacting with: Lydia [@BlueSky44][/i][/sub]
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James' brow furrowed ever so slightly in confusion as the woman talked. He could have sworn he had bribed the nurse who had given him a shot, not the receptionist? Writing it off to him just being delirious from pain and then morphine, James listened on to what the woman continued to say. Again, his brow furrowed, but in confusion of something else. An attack, with no wounds? That didn't make sense.

Thanking the receptionist for her time, James remembered the surname "Johnson" for future reference. Not helpful, considering how widely used that name was. Still, Red Lake was a small enough town, and if she was local, maybe be could find her and ask some questions. Which questions, he didn't quite know yet, but he was sure he'd come up with something. As soon as Lydia exited the building and met him, his curiosity spiked once again. Handing her the kitten back with a smile, James glanced at her leg, glad to see she had got it sorted so soon. In most hospitals, you had to wait a good couple of hours to get something that minor seen to. Again, Red Lake was tiny, so chances are their clinic was near empty on most days. He just hoped they'd given her some shots; rabies, or at the very least tetanus. Lord only knew what kind of disease that cat was carrying.

[color=darkorchid]"I hope you know where that address is. I'm itching to investigate!"[/color] James said with a playful grin as he untied Allie, his dog jumping around him energetically as his excitement was contagious.