Okay. I was clearly wrong. He is a firefighter, male nurse, animal control agent -- something of that kind. Not a cop. Go on with your cop work. Don't let me stop you again.
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Okay. I was clearly wrong. He is a firefighter, male nurse, animal control agent -- something of that kind. Not a cop. Go on with your cop work. Don't let me stop you again.
It's not my style, he thinks, glancing at the man in sunglasses. And the woman beside him. Ooo boy, they're mad at him. No wonder. He just doesn't recognize them.
Far away, in the darkness of a makeshift morgue behind Station 41's lazareth, Dr. Nix Gottlieb cuts into the cold, dead feet of a murder victim. The veins are oddly black, he suspects a neurotoxin...
Whatever you had planned, you have to do it when the lieutenant's gone.
The lieutenant would probably agree that, in this situation, it's best to be thorough.
...what difference does it make?
Get a grip, he thinks. At least do your personal stuff when I'm not here.
In my dream, he thinks, he said I've failed his children... you glance at the lieutenant. Then back to her.
Where in the GRIH is the lieutenant? Possibly speeding from one terminal to another in glorious solitude? Wherever he is, you need him -- your other questions will make little sense without him here.
All right. Let's see where this is going.
There is a little slip of questions that keeps everything in order. The questions are inside a blue notebook. The notebook is inside the lieutenant's pocket. Before the questions leave your mouth, you realize he should be here for this.
His opinion of you has lowered considerably.
You feel fortified by his assurance. It's going to be all right.
Somewhere in Central Jamrock, Lieutenant Kitsuragi steps into the public library, rows of shelves pass on either side... you feel he should be here for in-depth flower analysis.
Not so fast. Somewhere between the GRIH and Le Cycle, the good lieutenant steps out of his Kineema. A brisk, chill wind greets him. You get the feeling he should be here for this. Listen when he's here.
The lieutenant is out there somewhere. Doing something. You get the feeling he should have been here for this. Listen again when he's here.
Not so fast. The lieutenant is out there somewhere. Doing something. You get the feeling he should be here for this. Listen when he's here.
Somewhere between the GRIH and Le Cycle, the good lieutenant steps out of his Kineema. A brisk, chill wind greets him. You get the feeling he should have been here for this. Listen again when he's here.