Toronto, 1910, Tuesday Afternoon

Watts had indeed gotten the rest Brackenreid had recommended, but he still wanted answers, and so had swung by the station earlier that morning to examine Murdoch's notes regarding the interrogation of the shooter last night. The man had given up little, but enough that Watts had his first solid lead regarding this case.

"Good news," he told Murdoch, clutching his injured arm protectively. "I was able to locate the shooter's bank account."

"And?" Murdoch said expectantly.

( 'Dominion. The payment-' )

[ooc: NFI, NFB due to distance. Comments welcome. Bent, folded, spindled and mutilated from S15E24 of Murdoch Mysteries, Close Encounters and preplayed with the endlessly patient hasaknightjob.]

Toronto, 1910, Later Tuesday Afternoon

Watts had been quiet on the carriage ride back to the station, lost in his thoughts regarding the lapel pin and what it could possibly mean. Finding the station house largely abandoned save for the desk sergeant, Watts shook his head as Steven went to sit and wait where he had previously.

"With me," he said instead, as he headed past the constables' desks and ( straight to Brackenreid's office. )

[ooc: NFI, NFB due to distance. Comments welcome. Bent, folded, spindled and mutilated from S15E24 of Murdoch Mysteries, Close Encounters and a liberal sprinkling of S16E02 Sometimes They Come Back Part II with the assistance of the delightfully clever hasaknightjob.]