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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 23:32:38 GMT -8
Even though he was in his office, Sonya was not working. Rather, his head was on the desk in front of him, and he was trying to sort himself out.
He had come into the station that morning to ashen faces. Brachen Myre had been broken out, only to have his body returned shortly thereafter. Somecat had broken him out just to kill him? Sonya supposed that made sense, though he did not much care for the idea.
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Post by qualapec on May 20, 2011 23:37:29 GMT -8
Vala walked into Sonya's office. The anxiety from the cathunt and the trial had faded into a sort of dull surprise when she found out that Myre was dead. "Sir?" She softly knocked on the door as she entered, file-folder in hand. "I have the examiner's report. Myre's throat was slit. Straight razor...just like the chilled cats on the docks a few months back." She hated this, one problem solved by another, unsolved problem.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 23:42:04 GMT -8
Sonya had sat up when she entered, and blinked for a long minute when she gave the report. "Like the cats from several months ago?" he said and considered for a moment crying. Instead, he poured himself another cup of coffee. "So, our solved killer was killed by our unsolved one?" Some days, he hated this town.
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Post by qualapec on May 20, 2011 23:49:32 GMT -8
"But why would a cat break him out just to slice him? I mean, he was going to hang anyway."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 23:54:07 GMT -8
"Personal vengeance?" Sonya offered. "The desire to do it yourself."
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Post by qualapec on May 20, 2011 23:56:24 GMT -8
"But why go to the trouble to take him out of prison? If you had the resources to gain access...why waste time removing your mark?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 21, 2011 0:05:57 GMT -8
Sonya shrugged, taking a long swallow of the coffee. "I hardly claim to understand every corner of the criminal mind."
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Post by qualapec on May 21, 2011 0:25:59 GMT -8
Vala blushed slightly. "Well, of course, sir but..." she looked for the right words, "it's...interesting, don't you think?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 21, 2011 0:27:24 GMT -8
A pause and then he nodded. "Yes, it is, but I have no idea what to do with, or about it."
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Post by qualapec on May 21, 2011 1:44:55 GMT -8
She shrugged. "Sorry, sir, just thinking out loud." She placed the file on his desk. "Comissioner Vlask, out of curiosity, has anycat claimed the body?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 21, 2011 11:00:49 GMT -8
Sonya blinked, and shook his head. "No."
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Post by qualapec on May 21, 2011 18:56:43 GMT -8
"Might be worth keeping an eye on," Vala replied. "...Sir, did it, the verdict I mean, sit right with you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 21, 2011 19:00:44 GMT -8
Sonya glanced up at her and frowned. "He murdered cats, a child included. Maybe some of the others might have had it coming to them... but an innocent woman and a child. And those are just the murders we know of. Maybe he really was insane but..." he shrugged. "There was too much blood on his paws anyway. I am not sure what other outcome could have been achieved."
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Post by qualapec on May 23, 2011 22:10:10 GMT -8
Vala nodded. "I'm glad I'm not the only one. I was worried I was just feeling bloodthirsty like everyone else but I guess that's part of what keeps us alive, right?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 23, 2011 22:34:39 GMT -8
Sonya glanced down, though he nodded. "Yes. It is what keeps us alive." Though sometimes he wished it was not.
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