A Killing In Trounce Alley

On this evening Reverend Riddell had gone but a short distance from the door of his apartment building on Powell Street. He was about to step into a café when he felt a tug on the right sleeve of his blue pea jacket. When he looked he was met with a pair of wet, rummy eyes filled with such an anguish he could barely contain the rasp of horror threatening to burst past his lips. Instead he simply breathed out, "Thadeus!""Come with me now.
I'll buy you a meal and you can tell me..." The Reverend was offering."No.No. No You must come with me now. I have discovered something terrible." Thadeus argued and tugged insistently on the Reverends coat sleeve. Reverend Riddell was reluctant. With Thadeus, something terrible could mean something he perceived in his mind. But as he searched the old drunkards eyes there was something in their depths that warned him that Thadeus had seen something far more viable that a twist of his imagination."Very well.
Where must we go." He asked."Follow me Rev. Its this way." Thadeus urged with an almost sober tone. With only slight staggers and shuffling the Gastown Beggar lead the Reverend back to the green dumpster in Trounce Alley. ""Ugh. Blood Alley." Riddell groaned.