<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f2/Beardycox.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Avery Burnham<br/><strong>Faction</strong>: Law Dogs (1)<br/><strong>Date</strong>: May 12th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Morning<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Burnham Detection Angecy<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ginny; OPEN<br/><hr/>The morning following Babel Tower's opening found Avery at his desk, idly thumbing through a copy of<em>Scribner's Monthly</em>.  He was mostly just admiring the illustrations though, while in reality thinking of horses.  He didn't normally think much about horses, he didn't even particularly like horses, but his run-in with that rancher woman from last night presently had them galloping through his thoughts.   It was one of those topics he'd had to educate himself on before coming out here, for a man who didn't know his way around a saddle in these parts was looked on askance.  Horse ranching seemed a peculiar trade for a young woman though.  He rather wondered how she'd gotten into it.<br/><br/>Like as not, he'd never know, although for a brief moment she did cross his mind when the boy started hammering at his door and announcing a 'lady.'  Standing up slowly to stretch, he thought better of that idea though.  Far more likely was that Miss Sanchez was still upstairs in Hunter's house nursing a hangover, and he doubted she'd arrive with her own personal herald anyways, or whatever was going on outside.  A thought which made him pause just long enough to run a hand through his hair and shrug on his suit jacket, before heading to the front door.  Upon opening it, he found the boy with his hand raised mid-knock, mouth stretched to belt out another announcement, in case the shops across the street were not yet aware he had a visitor.<br/><br/>"Oy," he said a bit sheepishly, dropping his voice down and reluctantly lowering his dirty fist.  "You got a lady here, mister."<br/><br/>Avery nodded pleasantly.  "I see that.  And it seems you even use the term advisedly."  Which was indeed a surprise.  One glance at Ginny's charmingly fanciful outfit was enough to tell him that he wasn't dealing with a neighboring shop keep's wife or one of the countless saloon birds who roosted in Gomorra. This was woman of a different sort than he'd grown accustomed to seeing around town.  Her clothes might be styled so as to remind one of a cowgirl but they were far cry from the crude roughspuns and dusty Stetson worn by the actual rancher he'd met last night. These clothes said money.  These clothes said client.<br/><br/>"My sincere apologies," he began with his most gracious smile, stepping out of the doorway so that she might enter.  "I hope you didn't have to wait out here very long.  And such a treacherously bright sun this morning too, isn't it?"  Avery made certain to usher her quickly through the dusty waiting room and into his office, which if not exactly a more impressive sight to behold, at least gave the impression of having seen an actual human being within the last month.  "If I'd know I was to receive someone, I would have made some preparations.  As it is I'm afraid I haven't anything to offer you, besides a chair of course, and an open ear, for whatever it is that brings you here."<br/><br/>On that he already had a theory.  He was good with faces and he recognized hers readily from the hotel opening, although in truth it was one that would be hard for him to forget.  Pretty, haughty, and bold as brass, a combination he had found appealing more than once in the past to his own misfortunate.  The lesson had not been learned though.  Such lessons never really can be.  "You were at Babel's Tower last night were you not?  Pardon my saying so but your entrance would be hard to forget.  So rare it is to see a true lady of class and bearing in these parts."  Walking over to the room's only window, Avery pulled the blinds open a bit further, to let some more light filter into the dingy interior.  "Is this visit in anyway related by chance?  An item gone missing in the crowd, perhaps, something along those lines?  In cases of theft, I can't always guarantee I'll find what‘s been taken, but I will certainly expend every possible effort in the attempt."