Another Snuff drabble
The coach ride back to Ramkin Hall was silent.
With one hand, Saul stroked Little Sam's hair, her head in his lap as she was fast asleep. The other hand held his wife's hand.
He cleared his throat. "Sam, I know I asked you not to bring the Watchman out here with you…and I got after you about it. But…I think I was wrong, this time."
Vimes smiled, and patted her husband's hand.
"No Saul. Any other time, you would have been well within your rights to say something. Just…"
"Not this time?" Saul said, raising an eyebrow.
Vimes looked slightly sheepish. "Yes."
There was silence again, then Saul spoke up.
"Do you have any suspects in mind Sam?"
She nodded. "Yes, two men."
Lord Ramkin [1] thought for a second.
"Samantha, I want you to hunt those bastards down. I want them to rot in the Tanty."
She could feel him trembling with rage, a feeling she was all too familiar with. She leaned in and rubbed his shoulders.
"I will."
[1] Vimes noted that just as there were several sides of herself, so did her husband have something similar. There was Saul, the man she loved and married. And then when Saul's near-limitless patience reached the end of it's rope, there was Lord Ramkin.