It was exactly fifteen minutes later that Desmond returned, cool and collected again, pointedly ignored Ghost entirely, and proceeded with the questionings. I only presented for a part of it, just making sure that Desmond won't start walking around cutting limbs. He didn't. With Katya and Captain organising him an escort out of four witches under a pretence of helping, Desmond acted like a scary ass, but a relatively safe scary ass.
And I had to, no matter how reluctantly, admit that he was a pro in what he was doing. He pulled details out of people, turned hazy panicked memory into clear information and acted like a real detective. I, on the other hand, wasn't one—my place wasn't in the 'questioning room', no matter how much I'd wish otherwise. Curiosity—it killed the cat.
