<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 18th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dolores, Townsend present; CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Avery sat with his hands at his sides for there wasn't anywhere to put them that seemed appropriate with Dolores seated on his lap.  While he was still relatively new to the private detection business, he suspected that when a man hired you to help his wife, this sort of thing wasn't normally what he'd have in mind.  Of course there was nothing normal about the situation.  Dolores seemed a child in all ways save one…one which left it all rather disconcerting, however.  For she surely didn't look like a child.  In fact, gazing back into her pretty face as her bright blue eyes shined up at him, he could see in her features ones that reminded him of his last client from just last week.<br/><br/>Also a Whateley.  Also a job he was trying his best to forget, insanity perhaps running strong in the family.<em>Careful you don't let them get their hooks into you… </em>Wonderful advice, Charlie, but what if they were the only ones hiring?  What then?<br/><br/>"I'm sure you didn't hurt them, Ms. Dolores," he answered gently as she lifted her head from his shoulder and spoke fondly of the asylum.  Less so the doctors, who she labeled 'mean' much like the deputies.  He found herself wanting to believe her at least as far as the doctors went, perhaps because of the seeming innocence in her gaze, or perhaps because he'd been through such an asylum once back in London and saw what such places put their inmates through under guise of treatment.  Straight jackets, starvation, martial discipline, crib cages no bigger than a bed mattress, and worse.  Perhaps it was different here though.  He'd likely find out when Charlie joined him out there later.  That all interested him only vaguely tough.  It was the last few words she spoke that had him sitting upright on the cot.<br/><br/>"Doggy.  Was Doggy another inmate, Ms. Dolores?  Do you think you could tell me more about him?"  Avery smiled reassuringly, reaching up to brush a tendril of hair from her forehead, damned how it may have looked.  This could be important, the very key to it.<em>Or the wild fantasies of a mad woman.</em>"It sounds like he was a good friend of yours.  Do you know where he might be now?  I only ask because I'm worried he could be in danger.  I was asked to help you Dolores, to make sure no one harms you, and of course that means your friends as well…"<br/>