Julian noticed the eyes right away, but said nothing as she Kitty showed him in. When she asked him not to touch or move anything, Julian nodded sympathetically, "Sure Madison, your castle, your rules." Julian look around the house. It was nice, homely. He was sure that if he'd been here before Will's death he would've seen it flowing with love and life. Right now it looked nearly abandoned. Julian noticed the layer of dust that coated most surfaces, but he said nothing. He didn't judge Charley for her grief, or the retribution she brought the town. He walked toward the kitchen and sat the bags of food down on the table, "There is a little extra food in here, thought maybe Marshall was coming. You can keep it if you've got a way to store it." Julian looked over at Charley, "Hope you're hungry."<br/><br/>Julian looked around the table and saw the seat that Charley used, then sat next to it. He guessed that Will would have sat across from her, and he prayed he wasn't sitting in the dead man's chair. Before he opened the food, Julian pulled out a device like the one Charley had used earlier in the sheriff's office.<br/><br/>"What do you know about the Fontaines?" Julian started to pull the from the bag, "I got us simple burgers. Asked for the fixin's on the side cause I didn't know what you liked."<br/><br/>The Fontaine Family were<i>allegedly </i>the largest crime organization in the surrounding three states. They did everything from human trafficking, drugs, and various other rackets. Almost no major crime happened without The Fontaine's say so. Something like the murder of a major city's Sheriff, for example, would've had to been okayed by one of the heads of the family. There were three heads, each one controlling apart of the familial empire.<br/><br/>Robert Fontaine was the face of the family, and currently running for a state senator spot. From the outside looking in, Robert was a legitimate businessman who owned legal hotels and saloons all across the state. Typically if the Fontaine's needed political protection, or protection from the judges and commissioners he was the man shaking hands and taking pictures.<br/><br/>Elizabeth, though if you called her by anything other than Liz you might find a new hole in your chest, was in charge of the trafficking and smuggling. She made it easy for large corporations to get cheap immigrant labor, mostly because the immigrants never registered as entering the nation. She also helped coordinate all of the drugs that came into the nation as well, and the distribution of it all. As good as Elizabeth was with a pistol, she was even better with numbers and logistics.<br/><br/>Lastly, there was Frank. Frank wasn't actually in charge of much, other than murder. Frank had no ambition to run the empire like Robert or Elizabeth, and unless it had something to do with killing (Which would be an automatic yes vote from Frank) he generally tossed a coin to decide who he was voting on if there was a disagreement between the siblings. He was perfectly content with being their attack dog. There aren't very many people better with a gun or a knife than Frank.<br/><br/>"Because all roads lead to the Fontaines, Madison. Problem is there was so many twists and turns we'll never take them down." Julian tapped the Sheriff's badge on his chest, "Not this way at least." The Sheriff's badge on his chest wasn't the one Charley and Will had worn, it was Julian's old one, "By the way, I don't want your Star. This one's done fine by me, and I wouldn't feel right taking yours, cause." He gestured lightly, he didn't want to say Will's name, "Well its yours."