The mood at Constabulary Headquarters was a mix of sorrow and anger. It had been fevered the day before and now was settling back into the range of 'determined.' One of their own, one that was, in his own way, rather well liked, a good kid, was murdered in cold blood by a man that they already had good reason to despise. Aeryn Karolinger. An arrogant ass who had already made enemies for life at Haberdasher's Row.
In truth, the only real reason why Detective Constable Lentham was back in the office at all (for he it was suggested that he take some time to himself), was that he only had two days worth of civilian clothes. There really wasn't any need for more. He was never completely off duty (just like how he was rarely fully on duty). He had been met warmly upon entering the building. Not a social creature, this had been rather hard to deal with and he had mostly nodded and walked forward towards his destination.
So here he was, outside of Cinnabar's office, looking much as he always did: stubble, loose uniform, lazy gaze. There had been no point in trying to drink himself into a stupor. After the last few years of his life, no amount of alcohol did much to him. No he had just been wandering around MyrkenTown for the last few days without much aim. Now the uniform was on again. He had aim. At the least, he seemed sane. That was a personal achievement in Lentham's mind.
"The High Constable will see you now." The Constable at the door nodded politely to Lentham, and gave a brief salute. For his trouble, there was a grunt and the Detective Constable walked through the door.
Cool eyes stared down the Constable-Governor. "I suppose it's time we spoke more about the boy and about what we do from here, Calomel."