by channe » Thu Aug 02, 2012 1:10 pm
Agnie rolls her eyes, chomping down on the apple once more before finishing, placing the apple core on the desk in front of her like a trophy. "Glenn, I ain't been coddled in twenny-odd years, an I ain't never ever had prissy sandwiches. Now these apples, hey, we've got a tree that flowers an' fruits *easily* four months before the others, an' how d'ye like that?" She reaches into a pocket, produces a *second* apple, and tosses it at him. "Got one for you. An' Dom, he was tellin' me the other day it was because men who sleep around are all manly-like, but women who do are pox-ridden whores. Never mind I only ever --"
But that line of thought is going to get her caught, isn't it? The more she doesn't think about the man that had become body parts in a forest, the better. Moving on, then. As she fully settles herself in the chair -- pointedly not putting her feet up since he's here, and wouldn't her mother be happy about that? -- she picks a bit of apple-rind out of her teeth. "Well, we need a gaol. Either there's another one o' the Hell-Numbers loose, or we got a copycat killer. And if it is a copycat killer, I'm going to need all the freakin' Legal Dispensation you wanna give me, guv."
Ah. Legal Dispensation. Magic words, if ever there were; but wasn't Agnie Kaczmarek always destined for something like that? When she killed Jan Baker and Calomel made it all go away because she was useful? She's no sociopath, for sure, but neither does she play with quite the same moral rules as everyone else. "Great, thanks," is all she says. Khalika, Jirai, Catch, the rest of them -- she's keeping a mental list. Throw 'em all in gaol, let 'em all rot. A pause.
To business, then.
"Aleksei came right close wi' punchin' people right in the face last night. It just ain't like him. I'm worried the Hellthings'll win him over." Like they do with everyone in Myrken Wood, eventually.