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While others would insist on more familiar terms, Nikita did not. It did children well to show deference to their elders—even if those elders were fools or half-dead wraiths.
The man’s piercing eyes stared the young woman down for a moment. But he saw no signs of dishonesty.
“It is interesting how much statistical improbabilities prove themselves the opposite.” After all, once something occurred, it turned into a
certainty. But something in her words made her pause.
“And then they just left you here? How strange.” Though droll, his tone held something that might have been a
specter of teasing. It did not take
his mind to realize Miss Uehara was likely working
off the books.
Witnesses were always a lovely way to lose tagalongs. It also gave him an excuse to
not deal with the bereaved or traumatized. The work Robin had done to smooth out his edges had been worn away long ago.
“Let us investigate the scene.” As Shion
interrogated the specters, Detective Winters put his bony muzzle to good use. Floating an inch above the ground, he tried to follow the scent of the deceased and the one who had discarded the middle-aged corpse. Unfortunately, many people
cared about their Pokemon. Their grief and presence swirled the area into a maelstrom—one even Winters struggled to untangle. He did, however, turn up a broken Smart Watch a row or two back. From that vantage point, the dog saw the ajar gate—something his trainer had spotted long ago.
With a frown, he placed it into a little plastic bag at his waist. It could have data useful to the investigation—if it was connected. It could be another red herring in this case.
When the cadet spoke, Nikita’s eyes raised to her. With a poorly smothered grunt of pain, he forced his knees to straighten from his squat.
“If it continues the game, it is not out of turn. As long as you interrupt politely.” Dusting off his legs, the pair approached the gate. Though whoever approached tried to hide his or her track, he could spot signs of disturbance.
“Let us think while we walk, Miss Uehara.” The Mismagius disappeared as they approached the gate. He certainly had his theories, but it was better to teach someone to fish than to enable laziness.
“First, what would necessitate such an obliteration of the head?” A simple question with only a handful of answers.
“Second, what does the choice of entry point tell you?”The gate swung open with a gritty squeal. Nikita gestured her through.
“Please, ladies first.”
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