Luna
"There are always the Hierophants should you mange to track one down." Polikarpov looked about quickly as he spoke, ensuring they were not overheard. "A rag-tag band. I do not vouch for their secrets - a lot of blood and superstition - but they may have lore that could assist you. I feel the presence of one of them here... but I cannot see into the crowd from here."
Billy
Hunt and Auchenflower murmur and rustle in their seats. "The police force is made up of men; men of all stripes, it must be said. I have known little despots and men of stout heart. They are getting better, I am convinced... It is true they look poorly on sailors and the poor - still, perhaps we can grease the wheels in this one case, eh?" Fox spoke carefully, attempting to toe a fine line with his audience. "On a better note, Hayden might be strong enough for a small conversation in a few nights. My maid has quite taken to him. It might be worth a shot, if you wish to pursue the matter independently. Come over and we can see. He will no doubt be glad of the company in any case."