Downtime: Jeren's Deadend

Jeren impatiently tapped his pencil against the side of his pad. He looked down at what he'd gleaned so far. It just had the name of Clifton Veleris written in several different ways followed by the words disturbed neighbours and black shroud.
"I'm sorry Mr Veleris but I'm not entirely clear how you ended up tied to the chair screaming covered in your own urine. You mention some sort of mystical black shroud and nothing more. It's almost like you are reluctant to talk?"

Jeren looked at his colleague with a disapproving stare as he struck a match and shoved it into his pipe. Jeren hated smoking and in Bluecoats most of all. It gave the citizens the impression the Bluecoats were a slovenly bunch. Sadly that impression was mostly true despite Jeren's best efforts to prove them otherwise. His colleague detecting the disapproval shrugged and stepped into the kitchen to speak with Clifton's wife. Jeren turned back to Clifton.

Clifton was pale, his eyes were sunken and his expression solemn. The clank of the cup against the saucer was audible, as his shaky hand drew the tea to his mouth.

"Honestly officer there's nothing much to tell..."

"..and I said he can send his stinking Iruvian self back on the next ship..." 

The two cabbies laughed approvingly as Clifton said his goodbye's and lead his goats down the alley to their pen. 

"Steady girls steady... " He stroked them reassuringly for a moment before forcing them into their coal shed sized pen and walking up to the back of the house. The door gently clacked against the frame, Clifton pulled out Delila his trusty cosh as he stepped through the open doorway.

With a swish and a thud Clifton was on his back with a black sack over his head. He blindly and impotently flailed on the floor hoping to strike his assailant.

"Time is catching up with you Clifton" The Cabbie froze, instantly he knew, instantly his bladder knew too.

The Cabbie was lifted into a chair and bound to it. 

"Now you're going to tell me what you know and keep my little visit to yourself or it wont just be your bladder control you'll lose" 

He could hear the unrolling of something onto the table and the glint of surgical steel through the black hood.

"What do you want from me?" He screamed

Booted footsteps approached. He could feel the cold metal of a pistol pressed against his cheek, her  alluring spicy scent and the warmth of her breath against his ear....

"Everything...."

Well, Jeren sighed, if you do think of something Clifton here's my card. Jeren slid it across the table as Clifton continued to stare into his empty tea cup.
"Let's go!" He shouted to his colleague
The officer disrespectfully knocked his pipe out on the door frame and gently tickled Clifton's wife under the chin with a black feather he had found in the kitchen
"See you tonight then" He whispered, winking he handed her the feather.