<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Nicodemus..png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nicodemus Whateley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Grandma's Favorite (Whateley faction, rank 4)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 17th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Burnham Detection Agency<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Nicodemus took a deep breath of night cool air as he stepped out of the estate that had been similar to a cell since his wife had been arrested.  It had been wise of Grandma to keep him keep him home but it didn't mean that he didn't resent the inability to aid Dolores.  However, the time inside had done what it was meant to, his rage had cooled to a deep anger.  He took a deep, steadying breath as he began the walk from the Whateley estate toward Gomorra proper.  It was about time that Granny had decided that it was time to hire someone to help Dolores and allowed him out to do just that.<br/><br/>It took a bit of time to make his way to Burnham Detection Agency as he walked slowly to enjoy the limited freedom he had.  Walking down the main streets of Gomorra had always been an interesting experience for Nicodemus and tonight was no exception.  Some people went out of their way to distance themselves from him, even crossing the road to avoid being seen passing him; while others were more than happy to offer him a friendly-enough wave.  His unblinking green eyes hidden behind his tinted glasses took in everything but he reacted to nothing.  There was little in this town that actually mattered to him.  Getting his wife out of jail was one of them and that purpose had him stopping in front of a newer business in Gomorra.  Tugging lightly at his tailored jacket and pushing his tinted glasses up, he opened the door.<br/><br/>Stepping within the office that had once been a doctors practice, he glanced around the waiting room.  The front door closed as he pulled it gently.  His cane clicked on the wooden floor as he stepped further into the room, his unblinking green eyes falling on the photograph of the Queen.  Walking closer, he inspected the photo closely, his brows raising.  Nicodemus was the only client waiting in the dusty room but that didn't dissuade him at all.  It simply meant that this would be the detectives primary case.<br/><br/>Nicodemus had to admit a curiosity about the detective as he had never personally met Avery before.  Slipping his hand into a trouser pocket, he pulled out an ornate gold pocket watch and checked the time.  He hadn't been gone long but he hoped this meeting would be brief.