Your arm reaches out and your eyes close, as if by their own volition. It's dark all…

"I can drive him to Processing today, no problem. Since we stalled with this... But this does mean I will be gone for the rest of the day."

"You'll be gone? What should I do in the meanwhile?"

"Work on the case, tend to personal matters? Try not to do anything too dangerous. An officer needs backup in a neighbourhood like this."

"I will need a little help carrying him -- you take the hands, I'll take the legs."

Bag the corpse and drag it to the motor carriage. [Leave.]

Bag the corpse and drag it to the motor carriage. [Leave.]

This means Lieutenant Kitsuragi will leave until tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, you're free to do side-tasks and even the main case -- though it might be more difficult.

If you have nothing to do, read books or sit on the bench on the plaza.

There go those beautiful enamel boots. May they rest in Processing...

"All right." He takes out a shiny black body bag and starts pulling the plastic over the dead man's face.

"All right." He takes out a shiny black body bag and starts pulling the plastic over the dead man's face.

"All right." He takes out a shiny black body bag and starts pulling the plastic over the dead man's face.

"If you think so, officer." He nods. "I am not going to object."

He unrolls the plastic. "I need a little help for carrying him to the holding pen of my Kineema. I'll take it from there."

There go those beautiful enamel boots. You will never own the full set now. May they rest in Processing...

Oh well -- in another lifetime.

"What should I do in the meanwhile?"

"Continue working here. The locals, the case, or tend to your own business? I will meet you downstairs in the Whirling-in-Rags, tomorrow morning -- 7:30 sharp."

This means Lieutenant Kitsuragi will leave the party until tomorrow morning. You're free to do side-tasks and even the main case -- though it might be more difficult.

If you have nothing to do, read books or sit on the bench on the plaza.

"Then what?"

"It's too late to take him into Processing today. I'll take him first thing tomorrow." He pulls the black plastic over the dead man's face.

There go those beautiful enamel boots. May they rest in Processing...

He unrolls the plastic. "I need a little help for carrying him to the holding pen of my Kineema. I'll take it from there."

"Okay." He unrolls the plastic. "I need a little help for carrying him to the holding pen of my Kineema. I can take care of the rest."

"Okay." He unrolls the plastic. "I need a little help for carrying him to the holding pen of my Kineema. I can take care of the rest."

Fish it out.