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"Earl Morris. Eldest of the Morris heirs, owner of five wineries, a vineyard, and a hospital he visits regularly. His home here in the countryside is a sight to behold. Despite being a well mannored man in public, his servants claim otherwise. How many of them have quit, vanished, or died mysteriously this year alone?" William looked through the notes he had. "Seven. Three quit, three vanished, and one found dead from an overdose. " Louis responded handing him the paper he needed.
"Rumors spread fast among the servants that he is actually killing them. The main rumor is he uses their bodies for medical research." -"Of course. Bodies for medical research can be expensive. Many resort to grave robbery. Here he can get the bodies, without digging. And no one questions about the missing servants since they have no family and are often lower class. ". William sighed sipping tea.
"If it is his doing. Why are all the confirmed dead ones so young?" Albert looked at the files. The dead ones found were young, not children. But barely men. "Perhaps he prefers a young healthy specimen.". Louis looked at the images and noticed another odd trait. All of Morris' servants were blond. "Seems youth isn't his only preference." William nodded showing an image of two women. Both blond and young. "His first wife Tabitha who died of consumption. His newest wife Liza. Who has no known background. He merely came home from a business trip married to her one day."
The three Moriarty brothers had been looking into this man since one of his servants asked for their help. The man was convinced Earl Morris had killed his brother, but had no proof. But, declared once he had the proof he would not hesitate to kill the Earl himself. "Perhaps we pay his manor a visit this week?". Albert smirked, knowing that if they wanted proof. Seeing with their own eyes would be best.