There was something stirring inside Crier, he's expected a hostile response and quite possibly some disillusionment - which to him he received anyhow - But Terror's comments about them being alike.... The Boy Who Cried Wolf felt his stomach tighten in response as she spoke, particularly about righting past wrongs. He then felt a great sense of relief after her breakdown she admitted that perhaps they weren't alike at all.
"I don't really pay attention to likenesses Miss Sinclair; I guess, as a lawman, I'm a little bit more naive in that I believe there's good people..."James glanced over at the window for a brief moment, catching his disheveled reflection.
"And there's bad people.... And the bad ones will get what's coming to them, sooner or later, makes no difference. You're right, I do want to make Taletown a better place, but I don't "feed" on people's money, you don't know who I am. I didn't come here to strong-arm you either, the council wants a result, like I said. They want a culprit that doesn't necessitate much evidence or paperwork, you, The Gingerbread Man, B.B, makes no difference. I was actually giving you more of a warning than anything else."James placed his cigarette back into his mouth, taking out his wallet and continuing to talk as he did so.
"Can't imagine why exactly you'd want to come along with me, I just get insulted for a living. Nor would my reputation spike up by association with you, if you really wanna join me then you'd have to do as I say and keep outta the way, can't imagine if those terms are all that appealing to you but that's what they are, I don't try to tell you how to do your job."James flicked out the last few coins and placed them on the desk.
"That's fifty. What else was it? Consider your proposal? I'll keep it in mind. Appreciate the names Miss Sinclair, I'll look into 'em when I get the chance."James disregarded the majority of potential suspects as Rebecca listed them off. B.B was always a possibility but barring a complete mental breakdown James couldn't quite see it, the Munchkin family didn't exactly seem all that hopeful either. His interest was slightly raised at the mention of Br'er Rabbit, why would Terror name him only to take it back again? Claws weren't the only thing that could do that kind of damage.... James did note the possibility of the Chupacabra and Br'er Bear, maybe they didn't do it but perhaps he could learn something from them, particularly if Bear stayed at the Hundered Acres.
"Always a pleasure, Miss Sinclair" James commented dryly, placing his hands back into his pockets as he made way for the door.
There was something to the way Terror spoke, she seemed quite keen to get him on her side. Whilst James was very adamant on viewing the world in black and white he'd begrudgingly admit that Terror probably wasn't one to create a wasteland only she could rule, but she was ambitious and wasn't quite convinced she cared about Taletown, only the power that came with ruling it. It'd be easy to promise to any lawman complete power to get them on your side and claim it's in the name of justice and self-assurance in that one's morality, Crier could just be in the right place at the right time. Before he'd even placed his hand on the door handle, he'd decided to himself that Terror was not someone he was going to support.
Politics in general didn't matter to him, not right now anyway. There'd be nothing to rule if panic set in and pushed Taletown over the edge into anarchy. Whoever did this, had to be stopped, not for publicity or wealth or even justice. Evil had to be punished.
"Someone knows..."
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