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Date: January 20th, 2001
Status: Private (Dick, Katie, Complete)
Setting: Selfridges
Summary: Dick investigates an unexpected discovery.

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Katie didn't have the faintest idea anyone was looking for her.

She was actually in the sales assistant's loo applying makeup to the dark circles under her eyes. The reoccurring nightmare where the luscious Mr. Crowley turns into that nasty bitch hooker with the miniskirts who then devours her had left her a damp puddle of conflicting desires again that morning. Her dream dictionary indicated that meant she was vulnerable, uncertain, and wanted more out of life. Like that was something new. With a sigh, Katie packed up her handbag and headed for the floor.

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Ah, there she was! Dick wasn't entirely comfortable in the women's clothing section. Nevertheless, he was a police officer on duty, so he approached her with dignity.

"Miss Mercer?" Yes, she reacted to the name. "Good Morning. I'm Inspector Watson of the Metropolitan Police. I'd like to ask you a few questions about the murder."

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Her eyes went round after being addressed by the handsome Inspector Watson. This was the best thing to happen to her in weeks.

"Murder?" asked Katie. "What murder?"

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She hadn't heard! Oh dear, what a blunder. Luckily she didn't seem too frightened, but maybe she was in shock. Women were fragile creatures after all.

On the other hand this one seemed to be a bit slow. Maybe she hadn't fully processed his words, yet.

"Yes, but it might not be a good idea to discuss this out here in front of your customers. We wouldn't want to start any unfounded rumours. Is there somewhere we could talk in private?"

He'd better leave out the gory details. The fact that one of the shop's customers had been killed just a few blocks away would be bad enough for a simple salesgirl.