Only one body so far…
His preferred job was barman. His customers came from the streets and after work to continue the sharp conversations of the bear market. For some it was young waifs sent out for a jug of whiskey, for others it was champagne and oysters to while away raucous hours. All that changed with the fire of July1845 that swept through the buildings of a fledgling New York. Ruined everything for Timothy Wilde. The fire burnt out his place of work. The explosion burnt out his face. His brother saved him and he was lucky to be alive.
His brother also set him up again. Recommended him for a job with the newly formed New York police. A force to be reckoned with in the lawless reaches of the city. Especially when he stumbles into a youngster on the streets, running from he knows not what; her clothes covered in blood. An event that was to be followed by the discovery of a dead body – a body horribly mutilated and with the sign of a cross carved through it.