Law is Not Meant For the Weak of Heart ((OPEN))

[Esme M. Lolland]

Something criminal had happened in his parish? But what would this have been? Nothing big goes on in parishes... perhaps a bit of vandalism or some petty theft, but certainly nothing worth a trip from a small town to London. No, there was something going on in this man's life that was tied to something bigger... a greater force.

Esme began to wonder if there was some way that this man actually knew what he was talking to, other than a potential lawyer, and was, in a way, imploring for her help. If that were the case, he was barking up the wrong tree.

"Sounds rough," Esme said... what type of crime was it? It was running through her head all of the diferent types that could run a pastor away from his congregation, but it didn't compute in her mind. Who was he? What was he? And most importantly, what was he dealing with?

Esme sat silently, the best way to get people to tell about themselves is to make it seem like you'd listen. If she stayed quiet enough he would start to tell her more. She stared out at the fountain as well, listening to his breathing, to hear his movements, anything that would tell her that he wanted to tell more. Any small sign showing how much he needed to tell her what he knew.

[faust0]

Mike blinked, the only movement of his statuesque body. "I'm sorry, marm." He said evenly. "I did not mean to bring up such a thing. It is... rather still a fresh image in my mind, you see. It left an imprint on many people." He still remembered seeing himself on the nightly news, right next to their coverage of the murders. The program covered it with more than an obvious hint of sensationalism, he had noted, but maybe it was because he was involved in it. And in their defense, it was hard not to sensationalize kidnapping and mass murder. At least he wasn't portrayed as the man suspected, even if he seemed like the likely candidate.

"You must read the paper." He said, loathe to have to explain it to her. "You must have heard about the case a month or so back, about the disappearances... and the small church in the middle of it."

[Esme M. Lolland]

Of course Esme had been taught by her parents that the only way to find out more about any case is by reading the newspapers and watching the nightly news. Even if most of it was biased, it was of course the only way that she'd ever get some of her evidence. But even though it had been drilled into her mind beyond anything else, it didn't mean she lived by that moral.

When she was back in Leeds, every night was dedicated to reading the news, she, her parents, and her brother were all quite dedicated to this part of their nightly tradition, but she never seemed to find time since she moved to London. She, regretfully, shook her head, "No, I haven't heard of this." Though of course she was quite upset with herself that she hadn't decided to do so, the news seemed to have gotten interesting once again.