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[seekerofsecrets]

Kate Morgan, Renaissance scholar turned private investigator, has only just arrived and has already encountered the Mansion's bloodier side. Her olive skin is pale, but she's composed enough as she enters the main room with blood on her clothes and without the coffee she'd sought out the kitchen to get

Comments

[oilwithvinegar]

"Well, yes. I put them there." Paul smiled cooly at her. "It was self-defense."

[seekerofsecrets]

"I've defended myself lots of times, and I've never shot one person in the head and left another with an intestinal wound."

[oilwithvinegar]

"Pre-emptive self-defense. They tried to kill me once, they'll try to kill me again."

[seekerofsecrets]

"That's what reporting someone to the proper authorities is for."

[oilwithvinegar]

"Proper authorities? And which would those be?"

[seekerofsecrets]

"The police? Don't those exist here?"

[oilwithvinegar]

He laughs coldly. "In Russia, the police were my police, obedient to my every order. Here, I am told there is no authority at all."

[seekerofsecrets]

"I'm still not seeing how that makes it a good idea to inflict a slow and painful death on someone."