by Lent » Thu Sep 20, 2007 3:55 am
And there went Lentham's smile. It was replaced by a very, very cool look at her. Perhaps he hadn't quite expected that reaction from her. "Oh, calm down, Miss Kaczmarek. It's not true. You know it's not true. I know it's not true. Even McCoy knows it's not true. Furthermore, It's absurd. But it's a good story, no? That's half of being a Detective, you know, making the story make sense. See, told you this would be educational." Apparently, Lentham was not overly fond of the quite used tactic of entrapment. Who knew?
"The murder matters, Miss Kaczmarek. It matters to me, professionally, and I suppose my young partner here, personally, because we were assigned to it. That's it. You could have had someone else assigned to it and they'd have solved it by now, or who knows? I wasn't assigned to burnings and caves and Swithins. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with my direct superior when we're done, though you'll have to ask McCoy who that is, since I'm not entirely sure, myself."
And here, the smile returned, though there was a bit more darkness to it than before. "Where were we then? Ah yes, stories and motives and who benefits. Discounting our friend in the big office, do you know who benefitted the most, Miss Kaczmarek?" Apparently mentioning Cinnabar as he did, there, meant that he didn't need to take another sip. "You and yours, Miss Kaczmarek, right up until the point that undead bastard launched himself down upon you. It's.. a damn shame, you know. None of that would have happened if Farmer Baker hadn't been murdered. Maybe that's why the murder matters, Miss Kaczmarek." Somewhere in the midst of those words, his smile had disappeared again. Somewhere, McCoy had stopped rubbing at his shin nervously. Somewhere, Lentham's gave became very, very accusatory.