"You're the one who called out about the rabid dog," Anne Marie spoke, "I hope the man that was held prisoner was released for the problem we have to face because of that. I honestly don't know much about Jonathan except for that he works all sorts of odd jobs incudling stable care, gardening, and delivering mail. That and he has a way with dogs and horses."

"Oh, sorry about that ma'am. But yes, we freed the man." John replied.

"Good. I hope that helped now please be careful ," Ann Marie speaks going back inside her house.

Watson glanced at Sherlock. "That went well, I suppose."

Sherlock frowns, "She was lying when she said that was all she knew about Jonathan. Oh well should we keep looking for him or head back to Baker Street?"

(If Bakerstreet it's your turn to lead the mystery.)

"...Let's keep searching. He can't be too far off." John replied.

Sherlock frowns, "Assumptions Watson are very dangerous. Should we split up? You go check the stables and I'll ask around to find out if anyone has seen Jonathan lately?"
Toby barks suprising Sherlock slightly as he pulls the leash taunt towards the city, "Or follow Toby?"

"Oh, no, we're not spliting up yet." John insisted quickly, before giving Toby a pat. "Let's see what's got him riled up."

Toby wags his tail happily praticially running down the street towards the stables where Jonathan was talking to one of the horses while he was brushing it out.
Jonathan glances over at them, "Can you please quiet your dog down? If not he could spook the horses."
The bay Jonathan was brushing paws the ground and backs up a pace before Jonathan calms him.