<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>Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Burnham Detective Agency<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dr. Aveley; CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Avery listened closely as the doctor unburdened himself with surprising openness.  He’d been worried that he was going to have to coax the truth out of him but he seemed almost glad to detail the peculiarities of Ms. Boyle’s situation.  His words were honest, of that much he was fairly certain, yet he was not altogether pleased with what he was hearing just the same.  He had hoped a medical man, an educated man, would have been able to shine some light on the more unusual aspects of the case, illuminate its darkened corners, so to speak.  Specifically, rid it of the vaguely supernatural element hanging over it, although just thinking that word lent a bitter taste to Avery’s tongue.<br/><br/>Monster.  That’s what the facts were hinting at, wasn’t it?  Tearing men limb from limb, ravishing a woman with such ferocity that only a beast could possibly compare.  Avery would not believe it though.  There was a rational explanation for whatever had happened that night.  Dolores Whateley was not it though.  That much was clear to everyone, including the doctor, it seemed.  Avery should like to see Bilton attempt to explain how Dolores could have violated Ms. Boyle in such a ferocious manner in the way Dr. Aveley just had before a jury of respectable businessmen and uptight housewives.  The sheriff would be lucky if he wasn’t run out of town on a rail for indecency alone.<br/><br/>“I appreciate your candor, Dr. Aveley.  I should very much like to see Dr. Caetano’s records if you could send them by my office.  I think we both agree that Miss Whateley is a highly unlikely suspect at best.  Even if you grant that the poor woman’s rape was within the grounds of human possibility, if extremely improbable, there’s likely even less possibility that she could have caused the other injuries is there?  I mean, tearing men limb from limb…”  Avery learned forward, brow narrowed slightly.  “Did you see the bodies by chance?  Are you certain they weren’t cut or hacked?  Then perhaps just mangled afterwards?”   The Englishman sat back in his chair again, frowning.  “At any rate, I may need to call on you for the upcoming trial.  I do appreciate you coming at such short notice.   Please allow me to pay you for your time as I promised.”