A woman has a much better chance than a man of acquittal on a murder charge

[chester-excolo.livejournal.com]

Thursday January 7th,[ Day 221]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning



It's past time i got back to work. i got an investigation that ain't gonna get any easier the longer it sits.  I tried to see that O'Leary  broad again and this time didn't go no better than the last.. I open my mouth and she screeches and throws a pot at me.

So I try a different tack and start hangin' round the Reeves house to see if I can spot something. Not much happening there. An no one is conveniently saying nothing 'bout Reeves himself.  I do notice that the son is tryin;'real hard to be the man a  the house which to him means orderin' the women around. Says lots bout what kinda man Reeves was. An the widow Reeves is real quiet.  An real watchful. Specially of her son.  But this ain't enough for me to go the Mab n' say I think his wife did it. i'd need somethin' much more solid. N' 'sides, I don't think she did. couldn;t say why 'zackly but I don't think it was her.

It's past time I I admitted that  maybe I could use a hand. Attached to a human bein'.  That's why I'm here crouched in the shadows of the porch studyin' the other occupant.  Big solid  guy he is, leaning casually on the porch railing smokin' something very much like a cigarette except it smells of cloves as much as tobacco. Hope he takes my appearance on his doorstep a little easier than he did my presence at Hermia 'n Valmont's table.

That and I really oughta find out what He an Karina gotta say bout the frame that the murderer tried to put them in. From what Mab said she never took it the least bit serious that Karina or Maryk did it. Maybe that's why she ain't really bothered to takea proper statement from them. An' that's as  good a place to start as i'm gonna get. 

Take a couple steps outta my shadow, clear my throat.  "How's it goin', Pal?"

[Open to Maryk and Karina]

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[karina-vb.livejournal.com]

My lips curl into a feral grin, showing my teeth, and it's not an action that I'm even remotely in charge of. She doesn't like threats. Frankly, I don't blame her. I hold her back from everywhere else, but the look on my face is all hers. Oh, Erzebet. Don't get us killed.

[maryk-graeb.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes all you need is a really good incentive to play nice. Like no one tryin' to banish anybody if things go well," Chester says, looking at Karina like he didn't make a threat. Karina's expression isn't hers. Her features are all hers but the face she makes isn't one she'd make.

Right. It wasn't easy piecing together what happened to Lúgh from all the theorized gossip I've heard here and there. I might not even have it all right but he's gone and so is Eris and my instincts tell me it had to do with Lucien's demonic side. I'm not losing Karina to the idiotic idea that a banishment can be done. I don't want her to even risk it. The cat's a fool to think there's anyone else strong enough in this town to take it on. And why fucking bother if Erzebet hasn't proved to be a danger?

I move to behind the couch, set my hands on the back of it, and lean my weight onto them. I look at Karina and say, "Maybe there's a reason for her being in you."

My eyes shift to Chester.

"Maybe we're talking about something that no one has any real fucking understanding of."

I know I don't get it but I think there's more to it than simply some spirit along for a ride.