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feredarStory: Of All the Murders in All the Towns in All the World...
Year: 970 FY
Characters: Inspector Deshell, Fesha
Warnings: References to murder
Deshell pushed open the door to Dr. Lennil's record room, and sighed faintly. Neither the doctor nor his assistant was present, which meant he'd have to wait for the report on the murder.
Murders were rare in Lester, but they did happen on occasion. He'd been handed this one to investigate, which...well, as much as he could be pleased when someone was dead, he was about this. The victim was the Mayor's personal assistant, and as far as he could tell, had been stabbed to death repeatedly by his younger brother--something about the money their father had left to him. If he handled it right, the case could make his career.
Of course, if he made any mistakes whatsoever, it would ruin it. Which was why he needed to look at Dr. Lennil's report and make sure he'd gotten all his facts straight before he tried to make any arrests. But he couldn't do that if there was no one here to talk to.
"Hello?" he called. "Is someone here?"
"Just a minute!" someone yelled back from another room.
...that doesn't sound like Vila, he thought.
He heard something crash in the next room.
"...Miss? Are you all right?"
"Yes! Fine! Sorry, I tripped."
The girl who joined him definitely wasn't Vila--she was much taller, with bright red hair. "I'm sorry. I was putting some boxes away. Can I help you?"
"I'm Inspector Deshell. Dr. Lennil has a--"
"Oh! Yes, of course." She smiled. "Sorry, you were probably expecting Vila. She's sick, so I'm helping my uncle for the week."
He blinked. Dr. Lennil had mentioned a niece once or twice, but he'd somehow pictured a small child. "You're Fesha?"
"Yes. Sorry, let me get that report for you, just a second."
Fesha disappeared into the other room. More crashing noises.
"...Miss Fesha? Are you sure you're all right?"
She didn't answer, so he pushed around the desk and through the other door.
He found her perched on a precariously high stack of boxes, reaching for a paper on the top. "Got it!"
And then, of course, she fell.
He got lucky enough to slide into place to catch her just before she hit the ground. "...uh. Sorry." He set her down.
"It's all right. Um. Thank you." She brushed herself off and then handed him the report. "I hope this helps."
"I'm sure it will." He smiled at her.
She smiled back. "Is there anything else you need?"
He shook his head. "No, not right now, just the report."
"Oh. Well, hopefully I'll see you around sometime," she said. "I live with my uncle, and, like I said, I'm working here for the next week. ...which I should get back to doing." She flushed a little.
"I should get back, too," Deshell said. "Thank you for your help. Have a good evening."
"You too."
He tipped his hat slightly at her, and turned and left the building, already losing focus on the pretty redhead.
At least for the moment.
Year: 970 FY
Characters: Inspector Deshell, Fesha
Warnings: References to murder
Deshell pushed open the door to Dr. Lennil's record room, and sighed faintly. Neither the doctor nor his assistant was present, which meant he'd have to wait for the report on the murder.
Murders were rare in Lester, but they did happen on occasion. He'd been handed this one to investigate, which...well, as much as he could be pleased when someone was dead, he was about this. The victim was the Mayor's personal assistant, and as far as he could tell, had been stabbed to death repeatedly by his younger brother--something about the money their father had left to him. If he handled it right, the case could make his career.
Of course, if he made any mistakes whatsoever, it would ruin it. Which was why he needed to look at Dr. Lennil's report and make sure he'd gotten all his facts straight before he tried to make any arrests. But he couldn't do that if there was no one here to talk to.
"Hello?" he called. "Is someone here?"
"Just a minute!" someone yelled back from another room.
...that doesn't sound like Vila, he thought.
He heard something crash in the next room.
"...Miss? Are you all right?"
"Yes! Fine! Sorry, I tripped."
The girl who joined him definitely wasn't Vila--she was much taller, with bright red hair. "I'm sorry. I was putting some boxes away. Can I help you?"
"I'm Inspector Deshell. Dr. Lennil has a--"
"Oh! Yes, of course." She smiled. "Sorry, you were probably expecting Vila. She's sick, so I'm helping my uncle for the week."
He blinked. Dr. Lennil had mentioned a niece once or twice, but he'd somehow pictured a small child. "You're Fesha?"
"Yes. Sorry, let me get that report for you, just a second."
Fesha disappeared into the other room. More crashing noises.
"...Miss Fesha? Are you sure you're all right?"
She didn't answer, so he pushed around the desk and through the other door.
He found her perched on a precariously high stack of boxes, reaching for a paper on the top. "Got it!"
And then, of course, she fell.
He got lucky enough to slide into place to catch her just before she hit the ground. "...uh. Sorry." He set her down.
"It's all right. Um. Thank you." She brushed herself off and then handed him the report. "I hope this helps."
"I'm sure it will." He smiled at her.
She smiled back. "Is there anything else you need?"
He shook his head. "No, not right now, just the report."
"Oh. Well, hopefully I'll see you around sometime," she said. "I live with my uncle, and, like I said, I'm working here for the next week. ...which I should get back to doing." She flushed a little.
"I should get back, too," Deshell said. "Thank you for your help. Have a good evening."
"You too."
He tipped his hat slightly at her, and turned and left the building, already losing focus on the pretty redhead.
At least for the moment.