![]() Old patio chairs and dead house plants litter the scene. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: Last week? I dont know, look He looks around the courtyard again. √nd when did you speak to this more *muscular* gentleman? KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant takes out his little blue notebook and writes something down. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: No, not you. He gestures idly. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: Oh He waves lazily with his cigarette. ![]() KIM KITSURAGI: What were you doing last Sunday? Thank youIt was quite a disturbing sight, even by Martinaise standards. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: I can *tell* that you finally got him down. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: ∺nd I *really* need to finish this cigarette, he replies with a subtle smile. Its hard enough to hear him from up there with how quiet hes talking and he wants it to be even quieter? This guy is paranoid about something, all right. Its silent like the bottom of a well, every sound captured and reflected back. Could you please lower your voice? He scans the courtyard. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: No, of course not. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: My name? My name is Martin Martinaise. HALF LIGHT: Like a nervous cat, he keeps stealing looks at the neighboring windows. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: Is it really that important? he asks you, adjusting his shirt. SMOKER ON THE BALCONY: I dont want to be seen talking to the *gendarmerie*, if thats okay. You hadnt even started talking yet and hes already getting defensive. LOGIC: Logic error! Shes not sleeping right now.įurther into the yard, we come across another entrance to the apartments. SAVOIR FAIRE: Apparently, she doesnt like people standing behind her back. Theres nothing but building pressure here. ![]() ![]() She lacks the protection of the fence now, but instead of vulnerability you sense danger. She tenses as you approach, almost as wary of you as you are of her. Youre on the same side of the fence as Cunoesse now. You passed it earlier and barely noticed it at the time, but it calls out to you all the same. Near Joyces sloop, between Cindys hangout and the bookstore, there lies an inconspicuous alley, almost shrouded in the shadows between buildings, something that exists only in the liminal areas of your senses. Youve yet more leads to uncover, and you dont know how much time talking to her will take before you have to send Kim away to deal with the body. As ghoulish as it sounds thinking it to yourself, the victim will have to wait. ![]()
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