He stared at Dorian.
He was taller than Lih was. Lih looked up into Dorian’s face. He was an appealing man: strong, articulate, animated. The sight of the detective made Lih suck in his breath.
They stepped out into the bright day and the bustling crowd swallowed them up. He flicked his tints up and thought hard about Dorian’s explanation...
The young male, tall and slightly built, with fine white hair that shook free and loose the moment his police cap was off. Lih tucked his cap into his simple black combat jacket, then followed Dorian, up into the cafe. He could hear the music from within as he looked at Dorian’s impeccably-dressed back with the most distressingly blue eyes...
Those eyes had seen a lot, as CCDPD officer. They would see a whole lot more as part of the domovoi.
“Black is fine. That’s very kind of you, Sir.” He nodded, and smiled.
The smile was genuine.
He understood the detective wanting to keep things hidden from office workers. Lih appreciated that. He also appreciated the explanation about the rougarou. He was surprised and, he hated to admit it, delighted by Dorian’s thoughtfulness. If nothing else, Dorian gave Lih an honest answer.
They sat waiting for the drinks, in a pool of sunlight in the cafe.
As the older detective patiently waited on Lih’s questions, Lih looked down at his hands. They were very pale, very expressive.
Their drinks arrived. The barista gave them no more than a passing look. A couple, taking a late lunch. A thin, tall girl with short dark hair ordered a pastry.
He sipped his coffee.
It gave him time to think. Space to think. To consider, to pace around a problem and survey it from end to end. A good time for self review and the closure he chased.
“I could be fooling myself, and I hate to diminish myself in your eyes detective,” Lih leaned in; his voice was clear and soft like rainwater, “this incident made me want to finish this business and, moreover, I have little appetite for what’s to come. The … rougarou are rabidly dangerous and must be brought down. In this case, am I allowed to ask what happens to the sons of kidnapped and bred women?”
He was too close to be useful. It became a disadvantage. Let fresher minds hunt monsters.
He was taller than Lih was. Lih looked up into Dorian’s face. He was an appealing man: strong, articulate, animated. The sight of the detective made Lih suck in his breath.
They stepped out into the bright day and the bustling crowd swallowed them up. He flicked his tints up and thought hard about Dorian’s explanation...
The young male, tall and slightly built, with fine white hair that shook free and loose the moment his police cap was off. Lih tucked his cap into his simple black combat jacket, then followed Dorian, up into the cafe. He could hear the music from within as he looked at Dorian’s impeccably-dressed back with the most distressingly blue eyes...
Those eyes had seen a lot, as CCDPD officer. They would see a whole lot more as part of the domovoi.
“Black is fine. That’s very kind of you, Sir.” He nodded, and smiled.
The smile was genuine.
He understood the detective wanting to keep things hidden from office workers. Lih appreciated that. He also appreciated the explanation about the rougarou. He was surprised and, he hated to admit it, delighted by Dorian’s thoughtfulness. If nothing else, Dorian gave Lih an honest answer.
They sat waiting for the drinks, in a pool of sunlight in the cafe.
As the older detective patiently waited on Lih’s questions, Lih looked down at his hands. They were very pale, very expressive.
Their drinks arrived. The barista gave them no more than a passing look. A couple, taking a late lunch. A thin, tall girl with short dark hair ordered a pastry.
He sipped his coffee.
It gave him time to think. Space to think. To consider, to pace around a problem and survey it from end to end. A good time for self review and the closure he chased.
“I could be fooling myself, and I hate to diminish myself in your eyes detective,” Lih leaned in; his voice was clear and soft like rainwater, “this incident made me want to finish this business and, moreover, I have little appetite for what’s to come. The … rougarou are rabidly dangerous and must be brought down. In this case, am I allowed to ask what happens to the sons of kidnapped and bred women?”
He was too close to be useful. It became a disadvantage. Let fresher minds hunt monsters.
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD