Rudolph stayed indoors for the next few days. Or as indoors as possible. The old warehouse where he called home wasn't much. A fire next door had basically weakened the structure enough that the owner just abandoned it. Apparently it was too much money to rebuild it. Not that Rudolph was gonna complain about that. When he had found it, the elements had taken its toll, leaving cracks and holes everywhere. It looked like it could fall down at any moment and just might one day crush them all. But it had most of a roof and where there were holes, he had strung out tarps stolen from ships and buckets. No rain or snow would be wasted here. Sure, it might not always be drinkable, but it was better than nothing at times. Bits of mud from the nearby shore edged any of the smaller cracks and kept some of the wind at bay. The corners had boxes and junk stacked against them, reaching almost to the ceiling. Whatever he or the urchins found that they thought would be useful was brought back and added to the stacks.<br/><br/>The stacks had two functions. The first was an attempt to help support the roof a bit. Unfortunately, that really doesn't work in the grand scheme of things, but there was a reason why Rudolph wasn't an architect. The second function was as a sort of storage of sorts. While all the stacks had a mix of junk, there always seemed to be more of one item in there than any other. Was primarily wood they used to try and shore up the cracks and supports when they had nails. Another one seem to be wheels and any sort of metal they could find. A third was mostly rocks and such that they could use as a defense or for hammering things. The last one seemed to be the smallest pile and for good reason. The last was anything that could be fenced for a few pennies. Scrap metals, rings, hats, umbrellas. Basically anything that wasn't nailed down and often lost on the streets.<br/><br/>No. The warehouse certainly wasn't much, but it was home. And that is where Rudolph was spending most of his time and he quickly and carefully took apart the quilt. A good stack of scraps were already by his side and his little wooden stick he was using as a spool had a good amount of thread on it. That was where one of his boys found him as he raced into the warehouse. "There bee' anoth'r one sirree!" Rudolph looked up from his work and listened intently as the boy explained about the murders that had apparently happened last night. Or not last night as he learned that a few of them had taken place a few days ago. He raised his eyebrows and was just about to question who of the whores bit the dust when the boy's last words chilled him to the bone. "Las'un was a clerkie gurl. Workin' sex ta mak' few ex'ra pennies."<br/><br/>This man seemed to be getting bolder and bolder. Hiding the quilt and scraps in the wood stash, he stood up and dusted off his pants. "Thanks Tom. Tell everyone, especially the girls to be careful at night now. We don't hear nothing and we don't see nothing. No one goes off alone either."  Rudolph watched him go off before he headed out himself. It was still daylight and he would have to tread carefully until he got to Gwen's shop, but he figured he better warn her. If this guy was starting to up the ante a bit, she needed to be warned. After all, she was the type to let in anyone and while he had to admire the guts that took, he also had to admit it was just a wee bit stupid. As she said it was a flaw and as he pointed out, only in some situations. This was definitely one of them.