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[Late evening of Wednesday, April 21 (day 325)]
[Approaching one's goal, or the end of one's rope, in the less reputable part of town]
It was the soup spoon, oddly enough. An accidental jostle of the draining rack while I was washing up after Sunday dinner, and I saw it start to fall and reached out on simple reflex to catch it easily out of the air. And then I stood in the kitchen for a moment, looking at it and turning it slowly between my fingers, which did not tremble or break.
I know--I have known quite well that the dreams are only that, even a shared phantasy is still only smoke and mirrors, but they have affected me quite strongly; I have been haunted by the uncanny clarity of the memory of my hands burning and shattering, and the lost and crumbling words of Bethlehem. And sometimes I will wake in the night and I am unwilling to reach for a light, out of fear that touching something will make my hands fall to pieces. I can certainly keep my home and person presentable, but my movements and grip have become taut and awkward when I pay any attention, as if I feared (so foolishly!) that whatever I was touching would turn to hot brass and sear me to the bone.
But I am well again, I have been since I reached my agreement with Morningstar. I know this, and while I am certainly willing to grant that there are things I do not fully understand, that does not excuse such unthinking and unnecessary avoidance of my calling. A man may accept that he does not possess the sum total of all knowledge without being reduced to a superstitious coward.
I have nothing to fear from dreams.
And it has been months since I worked properly on something.
So I have nerved myself to come out, and come looking for raw material. The streets south of my home are pleasant enough for a short distance, but as you go further and towards the west, a certain dilapidation grows. If I do not find someone, then there will be other nights--perhaps during the weekend, Market always seems to bring in rather a crowd--but I am rather optimistic.
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[Approaching one's goal, or the end of one's rope, in the less reputable part of town]
It was the soup spoon, oddly enough. An accidental jostle of the draining rack while I was washing up after Sunday dinner, and I saw it start to fall and reached out on simple reflex to catch it easily out of the air. And then I stood in the kitchen for a moment, looking at it and turning it slowly between my fingers, which did not tremble or break.
I know--I have known quite well that the dreams are only that, even a shared phantasy is still only smoke and mirrors, but they have affected me quite strongly; I have been haunted by the uncanny clarity of the memory of my hands burning and shattering, and the lost and crumbling words of Bethlehem. And sometimes I will wake in the night and I am unwilling to reach for a light, out of fear that touching something will make my hands fall to pieces. I can certainly keep my home and person presentable, but my movements and grip have become taut and awkward when I pay any attention, as if I feared (so foolishly!) that whatever I was touching would turn to hot brass and sear me to the bone.
But I am well again, I have been since I reached my agreement with Morningstar. I know this, and while I am certainly willing to grant that there are things I do not fully understand, that does not excuse such unthinking and unnecessary avoidance of my calling. A man may accept that he does not possess the sum total of all knowledge without being reduced to a superstitious coward.
I have nothing to fear from dreams.
And it has been months since I worked properly on something.
So I have nerved myself to come out, and come looking for raw material. The streets south of my home are pleasant enough for a short distance, but as you go further and towards the west, a certain dilapidation grows. If I do not find someone, then there will be other nights--perhaps during the weekend, Market always seems to bring in rather a crowd--but I am rather optimistic.
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Date: 2011-06-13 04:42 am (UTC)I don't see anyone on the streets, through the little alleyways are much darker and I pause on entering the narrow way to let my eyes adjust to the smaller amount of light. The moon chooses right then to go behind a cloud.
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Date: 2011-06-13 06:01 pm (UTC)I stop, a few steps back from the mouth of the alleyway--there is no reason to be overconfident, after all, and I do not know how many there may be--and cock my head to one side. "Good evening?" My voice is pleasant, but slightly uncertain. I do not sound like a threat, I am quite sure of that.
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Date: 2011-06-13 09:39 pm (UTC)A man's voice and he sounds, not nervous exactly, but maybe as unsure as I am. I lick my lips and reply, "Um...Evening."
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Date: 2011-06-14 12:45 am (UTC)"I trust," I say cautiously, "that you mean me no harm." I peer towards the voice, and the cloud cover is thinning somewhat. I cannot make out features, though, and only the barest outline of what might be a figure. "I assure you it's mutual." I consider the alleyway for a moment. "Ah... were you travelling in any particular direction? I could use the company. Or I could make a point of clearing out of your path, if you would prefer."
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Date: 2011-06-14 01:50 am (UTC)The offer of company on my walk home is a little surprising but I suppose he could want the company as much as I might. This isn't be best place to be walking around after dark.
"Company might be welcome." I say after a moment's thought, "I was headed further down this way." I have no idea if he can tell which way I'm pointing. Which is further down the alley. It comes out nearer my building than the larger road. Though the clouds do seem to be thinning.
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Date: 2011-06-14 02:32 am (UTC)"I'm terribly sorry," I say, "but the darkness... Which way, exactly?" I move closer to the alley's mouth; the clouds are clearing, now, but the space between the buildings remains in shadow. There is the faintest trace of him in visual purple, a pale blot of a face and another that might be a hand...
I take a deep breath, slightly nervous, and step into the alley.
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Date: 2011-06-14 03:21 am (UTC)Oh. I should have been more clear. "I was just going to the end of this and then it opens out again..." I add, moving out of his way as he steps forward.
I'm not sure this was a good idea, the two of us in this narrow place.
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:11 pm (UTC)"Oh, well, alright then," I say mildly as we make our way down the alley. He sounds young, and I am not hearing any indication of respiratory distress, but I cannot quite see, damn it. I am disinclined to put a great deal of effort towards someone who might have Addison's or something similarly inconvenient, and so we are nearly at teh opening to the street before I speak again.
"Pardon me," I say, frowning through the dim light--even with the clouds clearing the moonlight is still hardly a match for civilized lighting. Still, something of his face seems familiar in a way I cannot place, and rather suited to the alley, which makes very little sense. "But have we met?"
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Date: 2011-06-14 09:19 pm (UTC)He says very politely, and I turn back to face him,
"Before, you mean?" I answer, shaking my head. I can sort of see his face and while I might have seen him before I can't say that I recognize him. "I don't think so." I shift from one foot to the other and lick my lips, uncomfortable with standing here in this alley talking. A memory rises up. I think I dreamed something bad in an alley.
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Date: 2011-06-15 01:29 am (UTC)Oh.
"Of course," I say pleasantly. I do not hear anyone approaching, and while I do not care to place too much importance on the odd similarities between this and some vaguely-remembered dream, I am certainly feeling suddenly hopeful. "Here, if I could just get past--" and I set one hand on his shoulder. "Thank you."
I move my grip from his shoulder to his hair, and slam his head into the wall.
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Date: 2011-06-15 02:36 am (UTC)The hand moves upwards and pain explodes in my head. Like an instant hangover. I roll my head and realize that something is in my hair and it hurts to move. Oh god, it hurts.
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Date: 2011-06-15 08:55 pm (UTC)It is late on a weeknight, and while the moon is full the sky is rather overcast. Blood does not show up particularly well in dark hair, and if we do run into anyone on my short trip home I hope I shall be able to pass it off as merely walking home a rather drunk friend gets hom. I hoist one of his arms around my shoulder and start down the street.
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Date: 2011-06-16 06:33 pm (UTC)Where are we?
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Date: 2011-06-16 11:03 pm (UTC)"Come along," I say pleasantly enough. It is remarkable how often that works. "You've hit your head." I am rather relieved I will not, apparently, need to hit him again. It is not a common concern for me, insofar as any trauma does not interfere with the ability to endure, but I think I should like to ask him a few questions about where we may have seen each other before.
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Date: 2011-06-16 02:58 am (UTC)well, we've been able to keep a pretty good eye on comings and goings.
Things have been pretty quiet, and maybe we were off the mark. Which does not bode well for me, but I don't want to accuse anyone if there has been no wrong-doing either.
I'm heading back from a quick call over by the Whitechapel, and cut over by Westin's just out of habit now. Don't expect to see anything, just perhaps a light in the library area or the bedroom---
or the man himself slipping down a side street keeping to the shadows. Hmmmmm.
Give it a moment, then follow behind. It's hard work, for he's a dark shadow moving in darker shadows, and I don't want to be too close. For all I know, he's just going to visit a friend, but Westin doesn't seem the type to take back alleys and stick to the walls and darker spaces. Hang back when I hear a voice, then another. I can't catch everything, but it seems innocent enough, two people walking together in a precarious spot.
The start to move away, and I follow behind, wondering again if I was wrong. Fuck, now what---
There's an odd 'thud' and a gasp, followed by another 'thud', and a soft moan. With these thinner alleys, the sounds echo a bit better, and that did not sound good. Wait another agonizing minute, then ease my head around the corner to see one shape supporting another.
Fuck. Me.
Run through all my options in my head. I hate the idea of leaving to get Mab, but the idea of finding someone else to send word seems worse. Fuck, FUCK FUCK!
Right, follow a bit more, and realize we are taking a meandering path back towards his house. Bite my lip, pray that something goes my way in Excolo just once...
then turn and sprint the opposite way, heading for the sheriff's office as fast as I can run as soon as I feel it's safe to do so.
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Date: 2011-06-16 03:54 am (UTC)USUALLY.
Just checked in at the Office, my hand reaching into my coat for my lighter, when I run into Lucien. Or more accurately, he runs into me. Before Lucien can even say anything, I know that something's up, and there are so few reasons he'd come here at that sort of clip. And since he looks more pissed off than concerned, I assume its Westin up to tricks and not anything else wrong.
Wheel around towards Westin's place, and start off at a good clip, careful to not let my bootheels ring out. Figure he can fill me on the way, but its better to get there as quick as I can move.
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Date: 2011-06-16 11:36 am (UTC)Turn on my heel and keep pace with her. I fill her in on what I saw, keeping my voice low.
"He's keeping to back alleys and dark streets, not the main road." I inform her, letting her take the lead a bit. "Figure he's gonna head for a back door or a basement, not the front entrance. Don't know who he's got, didn't get close enough to see, but they went from talking one minute, to him half dragging the other person the next. Sounded like someone hit something." Mouth set in a grim line, I point towards the one alley that I saw them head down.
Hope we catch up with Westin, and I didn't make the wrong call in getting Mab.
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Date: 2011-06-16 11:02 pm (UTC)It really has been far too long. The last one was rather unplanned, and I had forgotten how pleasant anticipation can be.
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Date: 2011-06-17 03:51 am (UTC)"Figure he's gonna head for a back door or a basement, not the front entrance. Don't know who he's got, didn't get close enough to see, but they went from talking one minute, to him half dragging the other person the next. Sounded like someone hit something."
"Makes sense. Easier to get the drop on someone when you tart a conversation with them first," modify my pace to something less than sprinting, since I don't want to get to Westin's place before he does and chance being seen too early. And if he's dragging someone, or even just walking them there, hopefully our paces will match up.
"When we get there- your priority is getting that person out of there, okay? I won't turn down help and I know you can give it, but I'm expecting you to help them and stay out of my shot. I don't want him taking anyone into that house," hope it doesn't come to that. But I'm literally running headfirst into a situation with nearly no plan. Hear the slightest jingle of keys, and my hand slides to check my right hand holster, which I've unsnapped somewhere along the way here. Thank the Lady I patrol with nearly my full rig on.
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Date: 2011-06-19 06:32 pm (UTC)Mab draws and I nod.
"Better to wait until he gets whoever half in? Or move now?" I merely breathe near her ear. "Don't want to lose the chance to nail him if he's the bastard we want."
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Date: 2011-06-20 11:18 pm (UTC)We stop at a house but I don't think this is the Doc's place. The stranger leans me up against a wall while they do something to the door. It feels so good not to move that I don't try to see what he's doing. I can hear the sounds of something meal though. Keys, I think. I want to ask him to get the doctor but he's already got my wrist and then my arm is over his shoulder. The door opens and I make a faint sound of protest at moving again. Why couldn't he have let me stay there?
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Date: 2011-06-23 01:47 am (UTC)Turn my head the barest fraction of an inch, enough so he can hear me, but enough to watch Sagert hoist the other person, "Now, but slow-like."
As I start moving though, he opens the door and swings the other person into the house. I'm running at that instant, drawing on a speed born of necessity. I'm standing in the doorway before he can even turn around, feet evenly placed for balance, but also so that he can't shut the door on me. Hope Lucien's close behind, but damned if I can do anything about it now.
"Evening, Mister Sagert," I smile as I saw it, and I feel lips shifting to show my teeth.
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Date: 2011-06-23 05:09 am (UTC)"Evening, Mister Sagert."
I think it is fair to say my mood has been quite spoilt.
"Excuse me," I say rather sharply. She is in the doorway, but I put one hand on the doorjamb and the other on the edge of the door, hoping to keep her from advancing further. She is wearing a badge, and-- this town has a woman for a sheriff, doesn't it? "Good evening." My voice is no warmer than her smile.
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:28 pm (UTC)At least it looks like we've completely ruined Westin's evening.
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Date: 2011-06-24 01:26 am (UTC)Her smile is sharp as she greets the fellow by name,
I think I know her...What's the sheriff doing here? The man who told me I'd hit my head, Mr. Sagert, is not happy to see her. His voice is sharp and his words carry a chill to them. I sag against the wall with another moan, waiting, hoping that someone will get the doctor soon.
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Date: 2011-06-24 07:12 pm (UTC)Oh, I do think we've ruined his mood. He's only inches away now, in his house, but he wasn't expecting anyone. Least of all me. Hopefully that'll be more than enough edge.
The moan of pain from his companion decides my next tactic though, especially when they raise their head and its Damien. Friends with John Theiss, spent a fair amount of time sitting by his cell. Knows me and the Doc, which'll make it all easier.
"I saw you and Damien there, as Doctor Constantine and I were taking a walk. We figured we'd offer our assistance. Looks like a head wound, better to get it fixed up, yes?" Hopefully he'll invite us in. I know he's so very polite, and that'll mean I won't have to knock him down or anything.
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Date: 2011-06-25 12:28 am (UTC)"Oh, absolutely," I find myself saying. Well, he at least didn't see me strike him, and they were decently solid blows; this may prove manageable. "I am quite sure I could manage--" and I do believe I detect the slightest change in the mood of the entryway at that-- "but do come in." And I stand aside for them.
Damn it.
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Date: 2011-06-25 12:40 am (UTC)"Looks like a head wound, better to get it fixed up, yes?" Well, if that's not a lead in, I don't know what is.
"I am quite sure I could manage....but do come in."
That's all I need. "I am sure Damien appreciates the offer." I say with a easy smile, slipping in and getting my arm around Damien's waist, pulling his weight onto me. "Maybe you and Mab can look around and find me something to clean and bind the wound with?" I suggest helpfully.
"Damien, are you alright?" I ask, moving his hair aside and wincing at the mark on his temple.
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Date: 2011-06-25 04:26 pm (UTC)Doc comes right over and puts one arm around my waist and pulls me up, too fast for me to panic about it. Besides moving makes the pain worse, even such a small shift. I'm sure I make another sound at that as he asks,
His other hand pushing my hair aside, I can feel the movement he makes as he looks at my face and hope it covers my flinch at his touch. "Hurts..." I say, "Hurts less if I don't move." I add. I hope he won't want to look at any other part of me. It's only my head that got hit.
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Date: 2011-06-27 03:39 am (UTC)Words are barely out of his mouth before Lucien is in the room, and moving to Damien's side and checking him over. I step aside to let the man work, and to surreptitiously glance around the room. I unconsciously tag the door and move closer to Westin when its suggested we get supplies.
I gesture Westin towards what I assume is the door into the rest of the house, and try to smile warmly. I intend to stay on his heels; don't think he plans to bolt, but why chance?
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Date: 2011-06-27 10:07 pm (UTC)How dare they. I unclench my fingers and smile politely at Devarn as I move to the sink and begin drawing water. "I suppose he could use a dishtowel," I say, and I am sure that Constantine might settle for such a thing, and the alley-walking lout deserves no better--
I force the smile back to my face and stand aside, back by the counter. The knives are to hand, although I sincerely doubt it will come to that. "Do you and Dr. Constantine often go walking, Sheriff Devarn?"
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Date: 2011-06-28 11:01 pm (UTC)We get to the kitchen, and I set Damien down in a chair and Westin starts running water. I don't keep a sharp eye Westin, I leave that to Mab as I take the wet cloth proffered.
"Do you and Dr. Constantine often go walking, Sheriff Devarn?"
Dab at Damien's head gently, wiping away blood and grit. "I am often out late on calls, Mab often escorts me if her schedule allows." I lie easily enough, trying to get a look at Damien's pupils as I work. "Besides, every one in Excolo knows, the red-heads are the most dangerous. Better to walk with one than piss one off."
Damien starts when I touch him, and I steady him before he falls off the chair. "Hang in there, we'll get you home soon."
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Date: 2011-06-29 12:15 am (UTC)And the cold cloth on my head feels good. Except when he hits the edge of something and the pain spikes again.
Lucien, Doc, keeps me from falling out of the chair; telling me,
I open my eyes a little more, look up at him through my lashes, whisper,"Thank you, Doc."
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Date: 2011-07-01 03:26 am (UTC)Smirk at that. Maybe I should actually start doing that- not that he needs my protection, but it'd be nice to know where he was most nights if there was an issue. And then there's nights like tonight- damn good thing he was out.
I stay out of his way, best to let the man work. I'd be happier though if he just took Damien and left, but it'd probably be far too obvious to Westin. Don't want to have him lash out until Doc has the kid steady. Besides, its far more enjoyable if I can goad him into dropping something.
"Looks like its a good thing for Damien here that you happened by. D'you know what happened?"
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Date: 2011-07-01 11:16 pm (UTC)"I'm sure it's not actually that difficult to avoid upsetting a lady," I say dryly as he works. I could do at least as good a job, and it is hardly as if fine work was required, but having two men work on one head wound would be crowded at best. I am sure he will be adequate.
"Looks like its a good thing for Damien here that you happened by," Sheriff Devarn says. "D'you know what happened?"
"I was coming up the road," I say, "and I heard noises in one of the alleys. I stopped to look, and saw someone trying to dash his brains out on the wall, so I shouted and his assailant ran off."
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Date: 2011-07-02 02:29 am (UTC)Mab asks if he knows what happened. "I was coming up the road, and I heard noises in one of the alleys. I stopped to look, and saw someone trying to dash his brains out on the wall, so I shouted and his assailant ran off."
Here... how to play this? Wish I could look to Mab, but there's no time for hesitation. Look at him rather confused. "Really? Mab 'n I were coming back from a call over at the Deysher place, over on that back alley that connects with Keat, and I didn't hear you yell or see anyone go running. Sound carries really well down those alleys..." I muse, shaking my head again.
Turn back to Damien, and please GOD remember! "Do you remember anything Damien?" I ask, voice gentle. "Were you talking to anyone before you hit your head?"
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Date: 2011-07-02 03:03 am (UTC)So of course he asks me about it using a gentle voice,
This time I can;t stop he frown before it happens and I wince and put a hand up to my head. "Yeah...I was. But there was only...My eyes go wide as the memory comes back. The hand on my shoulder, and then in my hair. The pain. I look accusingly at Mr. Sagert.
"It was him! He--you hit me!"
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Date: 2011-07-02 05:16 pm (UTC)"I have generally found that it is quite possible to avoid upsetting a lady." Really, this is the kind of discussion I would expect from a young lady's father in my youth, if I had wronged her in some way and he was dancing coyly around the exact retribution which would be delivered. And then he is on about my last work, and smiling no less, and I look at him... well, as one does, when encountering faintly distasteful notions.
"I have been given to understand," I say coolly, nodding to Sheriff Devarn and then looking back to Constantine, "that Excolo operates under a rather reliable rule of law. I would expect such rule to be a more effective bane to the monster who tortured that boy than the directed hysteria you seem to be describing."
I offer my account of finding Damien, and Constantine does his best to look puzzled. "Really? Mab 'n I were coming back from a call over at the Deysher place, over on that back alley that connects with Keat, and I didn't hear you yell or see anyone go running. Sound carries really well down those alleys..."
"Well," I say, "of course you didn't. If you'd heard such a thing, I'm sure you'd have come running, and as it was I had time to get Damien nearly the entire length of Keats before you and Sheriff Devarn happened by. You can't have been near enough to hear anything."
And then, annoyingly enough, Damien's memory coughs up something which happens to be reliable. "It was him! He--you hit me!"
Damn it to hell.
"I did not," I say rather heatedly, and while the anger in my voice is genuine, it is certainly not unwarranted. "I was there directly after you were hit, and have done nothing since but tried to help you, for which you are welcome." Not that I have been receiving any thanks for either my part as a Good Samaritan nor the use of my kitchen.
Admittedly I have not earnt them, but he doesn't know that. It's the principle of the thing.
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Date: 2011-07-04 03:29 am (UTC)"I have been given to understand that Excolo operates under a rather reliable rule of law. I would expect such rule to be a more effective bane to the monster who tortured that boy than the directed hysteria you seem to be describing."
I nod back gravely. "Oh yes, the law here is quite good at serving justice. Just look at the Donner case." Think of Benedick swinging in the breeze. "Beside's... I was just prattling. I would think the person that did what was done would have enough sense to get the hell out of town before the law or a mob catches up with them."
Westin goes on to defend his version of the story, that someone else hit Derek and there is no way we could have heard him. Shrug a little. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe it was just dumb luck the night I heard my friend shuffling down the alleys two blocks away."
"Yeah...I was. But there was only..." Damien struggles to remember, his head obviously hurting him, and I feel badly. Maybe it's time for me to get him out of here, and some fresh air will---
"It was him! He--you hit me!"
Westin immediately gets angry, protesting his innocence and looking for gratitude of all things! Well, whatever, it's Mab's show now. I rise and get an arm around Damien and help him up.
"Come on, let's get you out of here and back to my office." I'm done, and it's time to get Damien out of here. Granted, I won't be going any further than just outside the door until Mab comes out, but he need not know that.
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Date: 2011-07-04 04:28 am (UTC)"It was him! He--you hit me!"
Good kid, its so refershing when they remember something useful, "I did not, I was there directly after you were hit, and have done nothing since but tried to help you, for which you are welcome."
I take a step toward Westin, putting myself between him and the others, "I think you should come back with me Mister Sagert. Get this all straightened out," I'm ready to knock him down if he moves wrong, but I keep my face as open as I can. No use pushing too hard since I've barely dealt with this man before. Don't know him well enough to predict his reaction to that, doubt he'll give himself up easy though. Folk almost never do.
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Date: 2011-07-04 05:27 pm (UTC)"No," I say, still calmly, "but if you were so close, you ought to have heard us and reached us before we made it even so far as three houses." Really, walking someone with a head injury is hardly the sort of thing one can do at a speed that would even be called a stroll, not if one hopes to avoid them vomiting, and then there is getting them to their feet... "Because surely if you'd been close enough to have heard anyone being attacked, you would have come running, wouldn't you? As a responsible physician escorted by a Sheriff, I would expect no less." I smile faintly.
His attempts at calling me a liar are clumsy at best, but that he is so comfortable doing so is interesting, particularly combined with his allusions to my last work. Not particularly pleasant, but interesting, and certainly enlightening.
"I think you should come back with me Mister Sagert," Sheriff Devarn says as Constantine walks Damian out the door. "Get this all straightened out."
"Of course," I say. "I understand that this is the sort of thing that requires prompt attention, and you do have only one eyewitness who was not in a dark alley with a head injury." I gesture towards the door. "Shall we?"
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Date: 2011-07-05 12:50 am (UTC)I notice that the sheriff has stepped closer to Mr. Sagert and is telling him that he should come with her. I hope he agrees so that we can get this sorted out soon and I can get some rest. I don't want to be stuck arguing about this all night.
I expected us to be going directly to the doctor's but Lucien halts us as soon as we're outside. I sag against the wall, at least the light out here doesn't hurt my eyes, and look to the doctor. "We waiting for the sheriff?"
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Date: 2011-07-05 02:22 am (UTC)We get out into the night air, and I loiter at the door.
"We waiting for the sheriff?" Smart kid.
"Just want to make sure she gets out. I know she can handle herself, but he would have an advantage being in his own home." I tell him in a hushed tone. "Just walk slow and act woozy, okay?" I ask, looking behind me. "She should be out any second, and once she is, we'll go." I assure him.
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Date: 2011-07-06 01:13 am (UTC)You'd be suprised what I have you arrogant son of a bitch.
Wait until Lucien gets Damien out, then gesture for Westin to lead the way. Stop to let him lock his door as I consider my options. Came in too hard, and let him almost catch us in a lie. Doesn't matter if Lucien saw him bashing the kid's head in- he'll be able to say we said we weren't there. I'll be able to keep him tonight, but unless Damien can very positively ID him later, nothing else will come of this. We saved Damien tonight, but I'm almost back to square one.
"If you'll come this way Mister Sagert. I assume cuffs won't be necessary?"
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Date: 2011-07-06 01:33 am (UTC)Well, I suppose she is used to dealing with a lower class of people. One needn't return home to prepare for running away if one's home is a hovel and one is comfortable with stealing supplies. Not that I am seeing any particular need to plan on leaving in so abrupt a fashion, and as I am occupying myself with these thoughts I find we have arrived at her office. It is a rather short distance, after all.
"I confess," I say, once we are indoors, "that I am not particularly experienced in providing descriptions; should I outline my impressions, or would you prefer to start with questions?"