Robert didn't find the police department much more welcoming. It was much smaller than most he'd been in before, though he felt it made sense, less police officers were needed in a smaller town. The looks he was getting didn't much get any better, if maybe just a little more curious. For such a small place, it seemed slightly more crowded than the rest of the town did. He'd assumed the police were likely more at work, as much as possible, in order to catch some hint or piece of evidence. He'd never quite seen so much coordination and readiness in a room. Though, it felt crowded, it was the space of the building, Robert could tell. There still were only so many officers available. Robert would even wager that there wasn't a single homicide detective in this town.<br/><br/>Even now, not a single person had spoken to him, and in turn, he hadn't spoken to anyone either. He was beginning to feel like he was in the home of a cult more than in a town. It was at that moment a woman addressed him, who identified herself as Evangeline. It was a unique name, he mused. He took her hand and shook it, as it was the pleasant thing to do, but he was skeptical, she was the only one thus far to even acknowledge his existence. He took note of her appearance, especially the abundance of jewelry. She wasn't the average citizen of Holy Springs, like he'd seen them.<br/><br/>"That's quite a name." Robert remarked, he hadn't heard many like it. "Robert Jackson, please to meet you. And I haven't heard a more true statement in months." He replied, referring to no one wanting him in the town. "I have some questions, Eve, if you had a moment?"