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posted September 19, 2008 04:45 PM
Her nose only a couple of inches from the weather worn tiles, Jeannie padded up and down sniffing. The plethora of scents that hit her nose formed a chaotic picture of colours in her mind but it was an easy enough task to pick those colours apart, and work out what had happened here. Her nose delivered the scents to her brain
Blood...human...blood...werewolf...blood...vampire...
Although Jeannie managed to pick up the scents of the people who had been on the roof...and she would have a word with Sasha Vine, Illyah and the assassine girl Meera about disturbing a crime scene...one scent in particular cut through them all. The scent of blood went back inside the house, although there was no visible trail. Someone must have tried to wipe it away. Jeannie followed that wonderfully tempting trail down to the first room where she had entered the house. The rats were making themselves scarce, but amongst the stink of urine and musk rose another smell. One her human shaped nose had missed. Finding the right spot on the floor Jeannie changed back to her human shape and set to work...
...a little while later Jeannie emerged from the house human shaped and dressed. She headed to the door of the Tax office, her expresssion un-readable
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Nodding at Illyahs instruction Sasha gestured for Kayla to follow her into the office
"Hey there, Mrs Berger treatin' you okay?...hi Ed, you looking after our newest addition?... anyway as you can see this is the Tax Office. We take people's money and they can't do anything about it then we..."
Sasha's banter faded as she lead the two kids into the office and introduced them to the staff. All talk stopped though whe Illyah stepped inside and ejected the accursed press from the office. Sasha gave a short round of applause
"Well done boss, no room for news hounds in here"
At Illyahs next question Sasha thought for a minute. The resounding sound of a knock on the door boomed around the office, Sasha rolled her eyes
"You know when they say there's no peace for the wicked? Well I'm starting to wonder..."
[ September 20, 2008, 12:13 PM: Message edited by: Jeannie ]
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"Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?"
"Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir."
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posted September 21, 2008 01:34 PM
Illyah let his shoulders slump; his head fell forward and he trudged towards the door.
"Yes? Now who is it?"
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posted September 22, 2008 02:40 PM
"It's Sergeant Jeannie...and there's no need for that tone of voice"
Jeannies answer was slightly muffled through the closed office door. She entered the office and nodded to Illyah
"I've checked out the scene which you suggested. There were several things there which have shed a whole new light on this case. Unfortunatly there were also traces of Miss Vines presence there so..." Jeannie turned to Sasha "...I'm afraid I've come to escort you to the Yard"
Sasha looked wildly around the office, perhaps there was a here to unnoticed escape route by which she could make a spirited getaway away from the city...but her brain reminded her of the small matter of Vetinari's 'promise' in the letters she had recieved. So slumping forward, hidden behind a veil of hair Sasha sighed and held out her wrists
"Fine. I know the drill. Just slap on the irons and get on with it then will ya."
Jeannie rolled her eyes and shook her head
"I don't think we need to go that far...as long as you co-operate" The not so hidden warning didn't go un-noticed. Sasha straightened up and tossed her hair back out of her face
"Okay, I'll be a good girl we please just get this over with?"
Sasha looked at Illyah and gave a half grin accompanied with a shrug "Thanks for your help boss, you know where I'll be if you need me. oh and Candice..."
Sasha tossed back the mirror she had 'borrowed' yesterday
"...No hard feelings eh?"
And with that Jeannie led Sasha out of the office
A few hours later Sasha sat with her head against the desk infront of her, gritting her teeth at the sound of the idiot corporals voice. The sergeant had brought her to the yard then gone after handing her over to this idiot for questioning
"...so you have been placed at the scene of the crime, you had the victims blood on your hands and your fingerprints were on the bolt that killed him. Yet you still protest your innocence?"
A muffled voice came from the mass of hair that trailed over the desk as it lifted slightly
"For the tenth time...Yes!"
She could almost hear the smirk in his voice as Corporal Hodges sat back triumphantly in his chair
"Full marks for sheet stubborness Miss Vine but the truth will always win"
there was a dull thump as Sasha dropped her head back onto the desk
There was a knock on Jeannie office door, after a moments pause Sergeant Angua entered and closed the door behind nodding to Jeannie
"I hear that we have a suspect in for what did you find?"
Jeannie was sat on her chair with her feet on her desk. She had been frowning in concentration when Angua had entered...either that or the window had done somthing to really annoy her. Now she blinked as she rose from her thoughts
"I found plenty, it's just a case of putting it in the right order..."
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"Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?"
"Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir."
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posted September 22, 2008 06:36 PM
Zat idiot of a voman! Verurteilen thought as she walked as quickly as her foot would allow her to, even being bitten by a vampire could not keep her from acting like a dog!
She knew what she had to do, now, find the body, and dispose of it properly, she knew that the watch was sure to find it, or if fate was really not on her side, they probably already had
The werewolves in the watch were sure to find her scent if this was not the last time they were going to be there, so Verurteilen searched the market stalls in Sator Square until she found what she was looking for, an herb stand, which was run by an elderly woman, appearing to be from Lancre, wasting no time, she shoved more than the stands whole worth in to the old woman's hand, and made off with a bag of powdered mushrooms
Finding a dark spot, where she would defineately not be seen, Verurteilen removed her right boot, and made a hole in the bottom of the heel with her blade, upended the bag and allowed its contents to fill the bottom of the boot, and placed it back on to her foot
It was not long before Verurteilen had found her way back to the scene of the crime, the reporters seemed to have back off a little bit. but there were still a few curious wanderers clinging around the edges of the scene
Believing it to be unwise to go inside of the building now, with all of these witnesses, Verurteilen wandered around the small crowd, each step she took covering her scent with the powdered mushrooms in her boot, and feigned genuine curiousity at the site of the outline of a body in chalk on the ground
It was easy to weed out the werewolves in the group, their faces twisting up in disgust at both the scent of mushrooms, and Verurteilen's very presence, but her eyes stayed focused on the building, weighing her chances of the body still being hidden beneath the old rat infested floor boards, undiscovered
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posted September 23, 2008 01:23 PM
"So let me get this straight. We have scents of a human, a werewolf and a vampire? There are also scents of three of the tax office staff and a body under the floorboards of the house where the shooter was?"
Angua frowned in thought as Jeannie answered her with a nod "Okay so give me your opinion. What did your nose see?"
To anyone else that might have seemed like a most bizarre question, if they didn't know that these two women were the much rumoured watch werewolves. Jeannie took a chocolate from the box on her desk and bit into it whilst reflecting on her theory, seeing Angua glance hopefully at the box Jeannie smiled and shoved the box towards her
"Okay, but only one"
Angua grinned and helped herself, not bothering to check the little card that described each chocolate. With Weinrich & Boettcher every chocolate was guaranteed have you salivating at a merest sniff of one
There was a chocolate filled moment of blissful silence in the office as Angua and Jeannie both savoured the almost sinfully pleasurable chocolates. Finally, snapping out of the cream and cocoa induced daze Jeannie sat forward and began to speak
"From what I could see the first scents on that roof top were the vampire, the werewolf and the human who I found dead under the floor. Judging by the position of the trails the shooter was the vampire. From what I can tell there was a struggle between the three of them. I think the vampire killed the human but it was the werewolf's scent that was all over the floorboards. Then there are the scents of Sasha Vine, Illyah Kuryakin and the assassin girl Meera. Those scents were only about an hour old so I'm guessing that they performed their own investigation before Illyah came here"
"If that's the case then why is Sasha Vine in questioning?"
"To keep her out of the way, Hodges has got her back up by accusing her of shooting Nathan Spree. She won't leave this alone as long as the finger is being pointed at her. I've already found her scent where the shooting took place, so I've used that as an excuse to get her in here out of the way so I can investigate the real culprit in peace"
Angua nodded "Sneaky, but probably a good idea. She seems like the sort of person who would just make the hole even deeper by trying to dig her way out of this. Any leads on the real shooter?"
"There's not much to go on but whilst Sasha is busy with Hodges I can go back and dig about some more. I'll need a team to close off the house and remove the body too"
How in hells names did this guy ever get to become a watch officer? I've met mushrooms with more brains!
Sasha's internal monologue was interrupted by a hand slapping in triumph onto the table in front of her. She jumped and looked up at the smirking face of Corporal Hodges
"...and that, Miss Vine, is why all the evidence points to you being the killer"
She leant back in her seat and pretended to think this over, from the small grimy window that was set in the wall on her left the sunlight did it's best to filter through. Judging from the light it was late afternoon now, that meant she had been here for hours. Ugh, you had to give this idiot officer full marks for persistence anyway. Finally she shrugged before replying
"Huh, I guess you're right..." The corporals smirk widened "...except for the fact that my colleague Miss Meehan was there when we saw him get shot and can tell you that I most definitely did not shoot him and that I pulled the bolt out, which like I've told you is why I had his blood on my hands"
The Corporal was only temporarily stalled by this news of an eye witness, the almost manic glint in his eyes returned and he nodded
"Aha, so you admit it!"
"Admit what!"
"That Miss Meehan is your accomplice!"
"Arrggghhh! My god you are quite possibly the stupidest most single minded..."
The building opposite the Tax Office was now surrounded by the yellow and black rope that was apparently all the watch needed to seal off a crime scene. Jeannie had never understood why no-one had figured out that a piece of rope wouldn't stop anyone with half the brains of a frog but it was what the watch did so she helped to do it.
Over the next few hours the crime scene was processed and the removal of the body began. Whilst this was happening Jeannie had intended to follow the vampire scent and see what she could find but as the crowd in the street grew the scent found her first, whipping her head around Jeanie tried to source it but before she could pinpoint a location her nose was assaulted by a intense herbal smell and all chance of tracing a scent this afternoon had gone. Damn it, she had been sure the shooter was close. Covering their tracks maybe?
Scanning the crowd Jeannie slowly crossed the street and entered the Tax Office which already had a few watch officers milling around taking notes and measurements, Jeanie nodded offering a smile to Illyah and his employees
"Mr Kuryakin, we have come across some new evidence that will help us find the real culprit. Now, we just need to take secondary statements from you and your staff"
[ September 28, 2008, 02:19 AM: Message edited by: Jeannie ]
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"Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?"
"Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir."
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posted September 23, 2008 04:02 PM
Motes of dust drifted slowly back to the floor from where they had been disturbed. Shadows had began to lengthen in the dying daylight. The figure was almost inviisble, his outline merging and blurring with the shadows he stood in. He had watched the vampire pull the trigger and kill his investment, he was not pleased and he was not someone who forgot quickly. He had not moved for hours, knowing that the killer would return to this house for the body. He had watched as the werewolf had entered, had seen various watch members come and go, all had ignored him and only the ratsseemed aware of him, giving him a large birth. The figure stood in the only clean spot in the whole of the house and his eyes were trained on Verurteilen. Of course there was no way for her to see him, but she'd certianly discover him when she entered the house. He clenched a gloved fist, she owed him a large refund for her stupidity. Anger began to curl about him, began to boil his blood and his vision blurred red, but closing his eyes, he took a breath and found the calm he had worked so hard to learn to find. Yes, he would certainly have words for that leech.
Corporal Hodges looked at Sasha, they had both been silent for what seemed like hours. He knew he was guilty, but she was a slippery one and anyway, everyone in Ankh-Morpork was guilty of something and so what if it wasn't this crime, she looked shifty. A flash of briliance came to him then.
"Your collegue, who you are claiming as your witenss, had her head on the desk...so..."
He started to think carefully now.
"How could she have seen anything! HAH! didn't think I'd work that one out did you. Explain that Mis Vine, you have on witnesses, fingerprints and the victim's blood on your hands. I can smell the hemp already."
Breathing was getting difficult, almost impossible and his head was swimming. What a great place to be cuaght, right in the middle of The Shades, the gods were really not looking down on her tonight. She stumbled into a wall and only by locking her knees did she stop from sliding slowly down it. She thought she saw light and wondered if this was it, if this was thel ight at the end of the tunnel. Doing her best to focuse however, she realised that it was what looked like a Doctor's surgery. That was strange, a doctor's surgery in The Shades. She did her best to knock, the door was answered prompty by a figure who lookedl ike he needed surgery more urgently than her.
"Yeth mith, can I help you? do you have an appointment for some dental treatment?"
She swayed and clutched the bleeding wound around her shoulder.
"Help Me."
Finally giving up she collapsed and it was only Igor's speed that prevented her from collapsing on the street.
"Mathter, I believe we have a patient."
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posted September 23, 2008 05:09 PM
Talbot, who was busy setting out his instruments ready for evening surgery, turned on hearing Igor s call. He ran to the door and peered into the waiting room where he saw Igor, an unconscious figure in his arms and blood trickling onto the floor.
You d better take them to the cellar, Igor. Your bench will be better than a dentist s chair, I think, he said.
Of courthe, Marthter, replied Igor. Holding the figure as if it were as light as a feather, he turned towards a nearby door which Talbot opened, following them down into the depths of the building.
It wasn t often that the dentist ventured down there. Talbot wasn t always sure what Igor got up to in his own time or that he particularly wanted to know. The room was sparsely furnished. There were various items floating eerily in bottles on a shelf and some complicated apparatus on a large table with a green liquid flowing through a series of glass tubes into a flask where it glowed and simmered. In the middle of the room was a long wooden bench onto which Igor laid the unconscious body and immediately started to tend the shoulder wound.
Talbot looked on, feeling suddenly light-headed at the sight of the blood. He leant against the wall trying to keep his composure. No! Not now!
Igor was too busy to notice the change in his master.
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posted September 23, 2008 06:52 PM
A watchman finally got around to interviewing Candice, and she was getting a bit annoyed with him.
"Look, i came to work early, found Nathan naked in the office, and then i went and sat down at my desk. While it probably appeared i was sleeping, i was still awake. I heard Sasha come in, then a wooshing noise, and then she was screaming. There wasnt any time for her to hide a crossbow like you're suggesting."
"I think you're covering for her." Constable Dunn was sick of Candices attiude, but had been asking stupid questions.
"Now why would i do that? I dont even like her."
Candice spotted one of her fathers henchmen enter the building, and Constable Dunn bolted at the sight of him. HE still owed Mr MEehan a fair bit of money.
"I've come to take you home. Your father doesnt want you working here anymore."
PArt of Candice was relieved, but another part rebelled. Someone she knew had been murdered in front of her, this place had finally gotten exciting, and she was expected to leave?
"Wait here, i'll just get my stuff."
Candice turned around and dissapeared into the back room, then climbed out the window into the street. She straightened her clothes, pulled out the mirror that Sasha had finally returned to her, and checked her hair, then, on a whim, headed towardds the merchants guild.
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posted September 25, 2008 04:05 PM
Sasha sat up straight in her seat and leant back on the chair which protested slightly with a groaning creak.
"Actually Mr Clever Watch Officer Sir, I think what you meant to say is that i have no alibi...it's you, the oh-so-wonderful City watch who have no witnesses. So answer me this then, why if I alledgedly used a long range weapon to shoot Nathan would I then approach his body and incriminate myself when I could have just made a clean getaway leaving no traces?"
She just knew it would only take him a matter of minutes to find a reason, however ridiculous, for her to have done just this. Ah, there it was, the slow smug smirk that meant he'd found his way along the path of twisted logic. Before he could offend her ears with yet more of his narrowminded accusations she blurted out
"Motive!"
The Corporals face changed into one of confusion
"I beg you pardon?"
Sasha smirked now, feeling like she was finally beginning to get a handle on this whole farce
"I said Motive. If you think I killed Nathan then you have to prove I had a motive. Well, what was it?"
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"Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?"
"Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir."
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posted September 27, 2008 04:57 AM
Kayla was relieved that nobody seemed to question her being there, and she happily let herself be shepherded into a corner to watch the ins and outs of the Tax office. Ed didn t join her, the sudden increase in people seemed to have immobilised him, and he was looking around with a rabbit-in-stagecoach-lights look. Kayla weaved her way around the desks to get him, when a hand gripped her severed wrist hard. Kayla gasped as she felt the delicate scabs break, and a trickle of blood began to pool on the floor. Kayla looked behind her, only to see a watch officer as the perpetrator.
She managed to gasp out a please let go without screaming, but after that she bit her lip hard with tears forming in her eyes. Once again there were shooting pains going up and down her arm, and the trickle was steadily increasing, and a slight slope on the tax office floor was causing the puddle to stream across the room towards the door.
I am afraid I will need to ask you some questions. Everyone must be interrogated the watchman s voice barely registered in Kayla s ears, although she could barely miss him as his armour was scrubbed up so clean that it dazzled her. Kayla cast about her for some help with this clearly over-keen watchman
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posted September 28, 2008 01:08 PM
Illyah had had enough. It wasn't like him to let too much get under his skin, but today had started crappy, continued to be crappy and didn't appear to heading toward anything other than a crappy end.
Seeing the Watch officer grab Kayla, he walked up behind the man and rapped on his armor.
"You will let go right now. You will let go right now, and step away from the child!"
Oh, this should be good.
"Shut up!"
Illyah grabbed the officer by the back of the neck and began marching him towards the front door of the office.
Stopping only briefly to address the others, he added, "I don't know what in all of the Dungeon Dimensions is happening right now, but interrogating children in my office WILL NOT HAPPEN!"
Pushing the startled officer out in front of him, Illyah pointed and more or less asked, "Who does this belong to?"
Sasha was at the Watch House; Candice had walked into the back room; Meera had gone all invisible again and Nathan...
"I've been out of the Watch for what...two days? Maybe three? Fine! If this is the way Vimes runs it now, fine! But I don't work for him any longer...my boss is Vetinari! Why don't we get him down here to see all this then?"
And how do you plan to do that?
Illyah hadn't thought that through; he handed Kayla a towel to wrap around her wrist.
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posted September 28, 2008 02:05 PM
The act of thinking so hard gave Hodges an almost pained expression. A couple of times he opened his mouth as if to say something then shut it again and carried on thinking. Finally he pointed his finger at her and retorted with
"I don't know!"
Sasha grinned "Nice comeback. Very...basic"
Hodges scowled. The woman was starting to get on his nerves, so he drew himself up and tried to give his voice an icey edge, which in fact made him sound as if he was trying not to break wind
"Your motive is as yet undiscovered, but rest assured that the elite Ankh Morpork Watch will discover it!"
Sasha groaned and slumped in her chair. She had never developed the ability to read minds or to see into the future, nevertheless she would have placed a heavy bet on what was coming next
"The evidence all points to you Miss Vine, and you can't argue with the facts"
"Yes I can, in fact that's what I've been doing all afternoon!"
And so the endless circle of questions continued. Sasha found herself wondering just how many confessions this officer had managed to get from people who had ended up confessing to anything just to get away from this man and his relentless theories. he was like a wolverine, he just didn't give up!
Jeannie was standing outside the Tax office, being briefed by a fellow officer on the final report of what had been found in the old house when Illyah frog-marched a sheepish looking officer out of the office door. Listening to Illyahs fully justified tirade Jeannie glared at the disgraced lance-corporal. Sometimes she despaired of the types of young officers who were joining the watch lately, most of them only joined because they thought a shiny breastplate and a sword would impress the girls.
"That, unfortunately belongs to us. I can't apologise enough for this idiots unforgivable behaviour. Please if you wish to make a complaint against this officer regarding his conduct I fully understand and shall take the matter up immediately with Vi...Mister Vimes"
The twinkle in her eye begged Illyah to make a complaint...
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"Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?"
"Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir."
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posted September 29, 2008 05:16 AM
"A complaint? A complaint? No, I don't want to lodge a complaint."
Illyah looked directly at the lance-corporal and somehow found the courage he had lacked as a supply sergeant...
"No. No complaints...I want him polishing the Brass Bridge! I want him scrubbing the marble steps of the palace with his own tooth brush! I want him hammering out all the dents of all the armor in the Watch!"
Former Sergeant Kuryakin deflated a bit, to be replaced by Illyah once again.
"Now, if everyone will please excuse me, I still have an office to run."
Before he truned away, he looked at Jeannie and softened his voice even further.
"You'll know how to find me, I'm sure."
With that, Illyah disappeared into the office. he had to see what Kayla was going to do about that injury.
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posted September 29, 2008 02:17 PM
Jeannie nodded to Illyah as he hurried back into the office. She turned to the red-faced officer who had been the subject of Illyahs outburst and allowed a slow humourless grin to spread across her face
"You know, I think Mr Kuryakin has the right idea...and I've got just the job for you Lance-corporal Meekin.
A short while and a brisk walk later Jeannie stood at the door to the watch stables. As the watch had grown in size so had it's need for transport and it now housed quite a few officers of the equine persuasion. The main door to the stables was open, and Jeannie leant against the frame relishing the look of revulsion on the young officers face as he stared first at the shovel in his hand and then with renewed horror at the task he was supposed to perform with it...he swallowed and looked back at the sergeant
"...I have to shovel all of this sh..."
Jeannie tried not to look as if she was enjoying every minute of putting this little twerp in his place and nodded solomly
"That's right. Since Bert has been off with his dicky leg it's sort of, ahem, 'piled up' so to speak." she coughed to cover a chuckle that escaped and looked around the stables shaking her head "I don't know what Bert has been feeding them but it seems to go through them faster than water through a sieve. Well, I won't keep you any further, I can see you have alot to do..."
Walking away briskly Jeannie managed to get across the courtyard before she had to stop and let out the laughter that had been trying to leap out of her throat for the past ten minutes. Composing herself, she glanced again at the sky which was fading from late afternoon to twilight and decided that perhaps Sasha Vine had been tormented enough, time to head to the interview room and put her out of her misery...
Sasha was wondering whether running head first against the wall could help to end her torment against the hours of relentless questions when there was a knock on the door...
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"Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?"
"Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir."
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posted September 29, 2008 05:08 PM
It was only after she regained consciousness that she realised why she had fainted in the first place. The wound she had received had been cleaned and stitched up, but it still throbbed and she had the distinct feeling that someone was banging on the inside of her, desperate to come out. Looking around she saw that she was lying on a narrow, make-shift bed in the middle of the sort of laboratory seldom seen outside of a nightmare. It was only after igor politely cleared his throat for the second time that she noticed the six fingered man holding a cup of something steaming out towards her. Against her better judgement, and survival instinct, she took the cup and gulped some of the hot liquid, burning her tongue as she did so. It tested sweet and had an almost immediate effect. The poudning ceased and she had the feeling that she was no longer sitting on the small bed, but rather floating a foot above it. She smiled hugely at Igro, who now seemed quite comely.
"Thank you...I think...You saved my life."
Sensing another form she looked up and saw Talbot, she would have been startled, but knew that if she took another sip of whatever it was that igor had given her, she could have flown right out of the room.
"I'm sorry to have barged in here so late."
Angua realised that she had been standing outside the interogation room for far too long. Although she knew it wasn't funny in the least, she had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. It wasn't that Sasha was free of guilt, Vetinari was right, everyone was guilty of something in Ankh-Morpork, but the way the Corporal kept prodding, hoping that by doing so he might be able to change reality and who knows, maybe one day he would manage it, but Angua doubted that today would be that day. Deciding that enough was enough she opened the door and stepped into the room.
"Anything Corporal."
The corporal glared at Sasha in accusing manner, as though she had made him look bad in front of his superior.
"Nothing Sargeant, she's a tough one this one."
Angua nodded solemly.
"I think I'll tkae over form here thank you Corporal."
Hodges lookedl ike he was about ot protest, but Angua placed a hand on his hsoulder. Hodges smirked at Sasha, his tiny eyes looking gleeful as if silently saying "Now you're in for it". Rising wihtout a word he left the room and closed the door behind him. Angua counted to ten and then banged the door, there was a muffled curse and footsteps disappeared hurriedly down the corridor. Anuga, saying nothing seated herself and got comfortable. For a long while she didn't say anything just stared, her eyes occassionally drifting to Sasha's throat. Finally though she leant forwards and spoke.
"Okay forget Hodges and the stuff before, tell me what happened again, everything you can remember even the stuff you might not think is relevant."
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