<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Docaveley.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doctor Sylvester Aveley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 18th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avery's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery, CLOSED<br/><hr/>“I would think she is… a highly unlikely suspect,” he agreed.  “I don’t speculate on … who might have been at fault, or what.  The closest explanation I have heard as to the other injuries - on Mr. Jones and that… Southern fellow, from out of town - was the prospect of a frenzied bear, attacking unseen in the middle of Gomorra.”  He rolled his eyes.  “But I… I will testify into how doubtful a prospect<em>rape</em>was, and the mechanism by which her assault was possible.”<br/><br/>He paled a little, and nodded.  “Yes, yes I … saw the bodies.  I understood that Father Ortega took charge of the bodies to offer those poor souls a … proper burial in lieu of a peaceful end.  I… I would rather my opinion not be repeated to the Sheriff, but I believe he was attempting unsuccessfully to apply Occam’s Razor to the quandary of who might have been responsible.  Or at least, his need for resolution may have interfered with his better sense.”  He frowned.  “It is… possible they were dismembered after the fact, but that… well, that would make it something that your young Whateley<em>was</em>capable of.  Unpleasant as the prospect of her wielding an axe and a bonesaw might have been.  Or perhaps, of mangling bone with a sledgehammer and disposing of those tools over the side of a mesa…”  He shook his head.  “I feel I’m not shedding much light on what occurred, but Gomorra sometimes seems a place not meant for the light of reason.”<br/><br/>He waved off the offer of money.  “I - no, the scotch was divine,” he offered.  “As to the matter of Dr. Caetano’s records - I would prefer if you were to stop by and peruse them in my office,” he offered.  “I still have a responsibility of my own to discharge.  You’re welcome to peruse them as much as you care to, and I keep late hours, but … if this case does proceed to trial, there may be some apprehension in a reasonable jury about their admissibility as evidence if they were … ah… outside the custody of a doctor.”  He wrinkled his nose, realizing he’d just cast unintended aspersions on Avery’s character.  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to imply that you… would alter the records, in any way.  Just that a jury might… and a lawyer<em>certainly</em>would point out that records in the custody of a man paid to help clear Dolores Whateley’s name might be suspect.”  He fiddled with his vest.  “I didn’t mean to be rude.  I hope we can blame the scotch if I’ve offered any slight.”