Detective Lorn closed his notebook, giving a nod of appreciation. "Thank you for your cooperation, your eminence. We will get to the bottom of this."
Someone needed to behead the bastard!
Could he just cease speaking to him already?!
"We will go ahead now to investigate the High House Mothers and some of the maids, can we proceed, your eminence?"
At least, they were leaving now.
Cargan smiled, feeling a bit lighter that the nightmare was already over. "I trust in your abilities, Investigators. Find the truth, and justice shall prevail. Investigate whoever you want. The floor is yours to take."
He sounded like a child who was forced to be nice to an adult who threw his ice cream on the floor. The detectives probably also had caught up on the fact that his modesty was merely an act.
He couldn't give a shit what they want. He only knew he wanted to make a sand boat out of their bones.
