The Shaw girl hadn't been her friend, per se. Nikki had always been silent and mannerly where Agnieszka had been loud and brash; they'd played together as children, having come from farms a mile or two north of the Dagger, but their wildly different personalities meant that growing up led to growing apart. Nevertheless, the families' and the girls' relationships had never been anything less than perfectly cordial, friendly and neighborly. Agnie had grown to see Nikki as quiet, mousy, insular; she was the last person the chairwoman could possibly imagine as being a cold-blooded murderer.
Apprently, she'd been wrong.
Agnie arrived at the Meetinghouse as the moon was high, Nikki Shaw in tow, her wrists bound and tied to the horse Agnieszka was riding. Brought into the Meetinghouse, the bloodied, shivering prisoner was given tea and a blanket, and locked in a back room (oh, Agnie thought, she really needed to get on the reconstruction of that gaol. And maybe get a Constable on duty at all times at the Dagger. What the hell had Genny been thinking, giving a confessed murderer a horse? Thessholes.)
The first letter she wrote was to the Constables:
Konstabularey,
I arrested Niki Shaw of the Shaw farm north of the Dagger tonight. She confessed to the Murder of her Father, but says that her Father kilt her Mother. Please go to the Shaw farm and investigate while the Scene is still fresh and report back to the Head Constabul and to Me. I will talk with her Here. As there is possibly Magic involved pleas be carful and I will have the Inkwisitor here soon.
Agnieszka River
Defens Cowncil
The second, to pen a letter to Aleksei, and the third, to give it to an errand-boy:
Hello gorjus,
The girl from the Shaw farm said she kilt her Father and said there was Magic involved. Come to the Meeting House when you get up because I know jack shit about Magic and you know a lot.
Agnie.
There are, of course, hearts on the bottom one.
And once that is done, she'd nod to the guard and go into the room where Nikki is, putting her back up to the door, crossing her arms, just staring at the girl for now.