*Annabelle's eyes slowly slid about the hall as she listened to the quiet murmurs, the gasps and the general rumor mongering began.*<br/><br/>"Did you hear that she had her throat split open?"<br/><br/>"Really...What did they take?"<br/><br/>"Well no one knows that yet, though one of the first constables at the scene was heard stating such."<br/><br/>*Annabelle shook her head firmly. Well at least there was one bonus to these rumors. They could work to her advantage should these robberies and now killings continue. Her eyes drifted to Detective Worthington at his moment of weakness. Seeing a small not win his hand which had a address on she reached forth and slowly peeled it from his fingers.*<br/><br/>*Looking at the address her eyes narrowed before turning to one of the constables near by. A warm, charming smile touching her lips ever so briefly.*<br/><br/>"Is Worthington's cart ready to go to the scene?"<br/><br/>"That it is Ma'am."<br/><br/>"Thank you.*<br/><br/>*Annabelle nodded her head curtly as she moved to stand behind Worthington. She then stepped aside him she discreetly but firmly delivered a elbow to his ribs towards the doors.*<br/><br/>((Sorry not trying to god mod.))<br/><br/>