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Author: Quelli di ZEd
room.
That woman really had a coach. Incredible.
«Aren't coaches a little too old-fashioned lately?»
«It only takes persisting and every thing comes back in fashion sooner or later.»
«And I take you have been persisting for a while.»
«Longer than you can imagine, my dear, longer than you can imagine.»
The woman stood, sliding between the table and the sofa with a fluid and graceful movement that Amanda would never have been able to reproduce.
«What is your part in all this?» she managed to ask her before she was out of reach.
«I do not like competition» she answered, almost in whisper, before she went through the door and disappeared behind the heavy curtains.
Standing up and following her would have been useless. And considering the quality of the conversation, she probably had no reason to anyway. Aside, maybe, trying to see if the coach really existed, but she could live without that as well.
The rest of the night was spent in a long and useless wait. None of the people she wanted to meet showed up.
There were still a couple of hours before dawn – and the closure of the locale – when weariness started to have the upper hand on her, and Amanda decided it was time to go back home, even though this meant she had to visit again the following night.
She had taken just a few steps outside when something cold and wet brushed her face, almost a light sting. Automatically she lifted her fingers to her cheek, surprised.
Water.
Instinctively she looked up, as if she could see anything but the night and the stars. She didn't, but another drop hit her on her left eyebrow, followed by another on the root of her nose.
One after another, uncountable drops of water started drumming on the macadam. As absurd and impossible as it might seem, it was raining.
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CHAPTER 4
The following morning she got up in an even more wretched state than she had forcefully get used to lately. Being up late the night before hadn't helped for sure.
Fortunately, lessons were still suspended, so she could take it easy and go looking for more useful information elsewhere.
When she was awake enough, she left and went to the police headquarter.
Although she had been there less than twenty-four hours earlier, the feeling was exactly the opposite of the one she had in the Underdark: it seemed like it was a totally different place from the one she had seen the day before.
The building in itself hadn't changed, of course, but it seemed full of a frantic activity, too much even for a place like that.
«May I help you?» asked an uniform breaking her train of thoughts. Weird it had even noticed her in all that confusion. Weird but good.
«I would like to talk with detective...» right, what was his name? «... the one who is in charge of the homicide of Trey Parker.»
«Please wait.»
And she waited.
It took longer than she had expected before the man showed up again.
«I'm sorry, madam, it seems there is no such investigation.»
Amanda stared, confused. She wanted to reply she was sure there was one, but she knew that the reply wouldn't change anything. Fortunately, she had a plan B.
«May I talk to detective Stonehand, please?»
«I think he is busy», the man answered with a regretful look. It seemed he was really sad for that.
«I can wait. Just let him know Amanda Sheldon is here, please.»
«As you wish.»
The policeman walked away again and she sat on one of the chairs lined against the wall for anyone who was waiting his turn to talk to someone for whatever reason. They were so uncomfortable that she always thought they had been chosen on purpose to dishearten people more quickly, and keep time losses to the minimum. No one without a very serious reason would have wished to sit on one for more than a few minutes.
She had a serious reason, though, or at least so she hoped, and forced herself to wait there, almost motionless, for a time that seemed endless.
She was almost at
That woman really had a coach. Incredible.
«Aren't coaches a little too old-fashioned lately?»
«It only takes persisting and every thing comes back in fashion sooner or later.»
«And I take you have been persisting for a while.»
«Longer than you can imagine, my dear, longer than you can imagine.»
The woman stood, sliding between the table and the sofa with a fluid and graceful movement that Amanda would never have been able to reproduce.
«What is your part in all this?» she managed to ask her before she was out of reach.
«I do not like competition» she answered, almost in whisper, before she went through the door and disappeared behind the heavy curtains.
Standing up and following her would have been useless. And considering the quality of the conversation, she probably had no reason to anyway. Aside, maybe, trying to see if the coach really existed, but she could live without that as well.
The rest of the night was spent in a long and useless wait. None of the people she wanted to meet showed up.
There were still a couple of hours before dawn – and the closure of the locale – when weariness started to have the upper hand on her, and Amanda decided it was time to go back home, even though this meant she had to visit again the following night.
She had taken just a few steps outside when something cold and wet brushed her face, almost a light sting. Automatically she lifted her fingers to her cheek, surprised.
Water.
Instinctively she looked up, as if she could see anything but the night and the stars. She didn't, but another drop hit her on her left eyebrow, followed by another on the root of her nose.
One after another, uncountable drops of water started drumming on the macadam. As absurd and impossible as it might seem, it was raining.
krystorrent04/02/2014 20.54.27672728
CHAPTER 4
The following morning she got up in an even more wretched state than she had forcefully get used to lately. Being up late the night before hadn't helped for sure.
Fortunately, lessons were still suspended, so she could take it easy and go looking for more useful information elsewhere.
When she was awake enough, she left and went to the police headquarter.
Although she had been there less than twenty-four hours earlier, the feeling was exactly the opposite of the one she had in the Underdark: it seemed like it was a totally different place from the one she had seen the day before.
The building in itself hadn't changed, of course, but it seemed full of a frantic activity, too much even for a place like that.
«May I help you?» asked an uniform breaking her train of thoughts. Weird it had even noticed her in all that confusion. Weird but good.
«I would like to talk with detective...» right, what was his name? «... the one who is in charge of the homicide of Trey Parker.»
«Please wait.»
And she waited.
It took longer than she had expected before the man showed up again.
«I'm sorry, madam, it seems there is no such investigation.»
Amanda stared, confused. She wanted to reply she was sure there was one, but she knew that the reply wouldn't change anything. Fortunately, she had a plan B.
«May I talk to detective Stonehand, please?»
«I think he is busy», the man answered with a regretful look. It seemed he was really sad for that.
«I can wait. Just let him know Amanda Sheldon is here, please.»
«As you wish.»
The policeman walked away again and she sat on one of the chairs lined against the wall for anyone who was waiting his turn to talk to someone for whatever reason. They were so uncomfortable that she always thought they had been chosen on purpose to dishearten people more quickly, and keep time losses to the minimum. No one without a very serious reason would have wished to sit on one for more than a few minutes.
She had a serious reason, though, or at least so she hoped, and forced herself to wait there, almost motionless, for a time that seemed endless.
She was almost at
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