RVA: Shadow of Doubt, Truths Be Told

Civil Protection arrived, again, within a few minutes of Zaker’s call. Detective Lt. Lightfoot arrived with them, and took statements from Zaker, Salli, Fin, Razi and Karra, as well as downloading the damning audio log from the parlor’s com. He completed his tasks with ill grace, looking decidedly disgruntled at having his investigation short-circuited by an amateur.

“If you had gotten yourself shot by that vixen,” he jammed a thumb at Nari, still unconscious and being strapped to a stretcher for transport to the CP station, “I’d be having a very unpleasant conversation with your lady mother right now.”

“Well I didn’t, so it worked out,” Salli told him. “Don’t worry, I’m certain my mother will repeat the same points that you and Officer Fin have made to me. Repeatedly.”

“Just don’t get the idea of taking up detecting as a hobby,” he grumbled.

“No worries there, Detective. I will be returning to my duties as Governor of Greenholme as soon as…” Salli frowned, thinking of Ali still lying in her hospital bed. “Well, as soon as I am able.”

“Are we done here?” Razi asked. “I want to see Ali before we have to go home.”

“I think so,” Lightfoot said. “I need to follow up to HQ and interrogate our suspect once she wakes up.”

“And I need to talk to my parents so they have a chance to chastise me,” Salli said. “Razi, Karra, I’ll follow along when I can.” She exchanged hugs with the two vixens, then took her leave and headed up to her parent’s office.

( Now where did she put that Chekhov's Gun? )