<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Marshallbadge.png)</div><strong>The Home of Nathan Hunter</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:  </strong>South and west off of Ballot Boulevard, facing a small stone courtyard shared with four other homes.<br/><br/>Nathan Hunter didn't have the largest home in Gomorra, but it was no modest thing.  The bachelor had been a long-serving deputy of the city, and while not a skinflint, he was not a frivolous man.  The house was of simple design, with a small balcony overlooking the courtyard, and a wrap around deck that allowed hot Gomorran days to be spent in the shade, out of doors.  The white paint had been kept up as a source of pride, and the deck still had chair neatly aligned to look out over the courtyard.  The deck wrapped all the way to the back of the house, the true reason for its locations:  It had an excellent view of the shattered mesas that made up the Great Maze, and beyond them the blue of the Pacific Ocean.<br/><br/>Inside, a foyer shared space with a living room, connected by hardwood floors and halls that led to a modest kitchen and a well appointed dining room that gathered dust from disuse.  An office saw far more use - the legal texts that filled three walls were collecting dust as well, but one of the walls had become an investigator's workshop:  Pictures and articles were connected in various places, and a map of Gomorra and the mesas which surrounded it had pins holding it up - and dozens of pins stuck into the map itself, connected by string to show where various criminal misdeeds had transpired.<br/><br/>The upstairs was given over to the bedrooms - three in all.  Nathan Hunter's bedroom was still clean and well ordered.  A small sliver-framed picture of a gaunt woman in New York fashion smiling weakly for the camera graced one bedside table.  There was a spare bedroom with an single pair of clothes fit for a man of slighter frame than Nathan Hunter himself, and a second that had been wholly occupied by Corky Hendricks.  Her bed fitted with red sheets and comforter and a closet full of frayed denim jeans and dusty blouses lining the floor of the bedroom.  Corky's bedroom had an antique, hand-drawn picture of a man with a broad smile, shoulders like a bear, and a bushy black beard that hung nearly to his belt.<br/><br/>The pantries were largely bare - as were the liquor cabinets.  Neither insinuated that Nathan Hunter or Corky Hendricks had the least idea how to cook.