A tall man you recognize as one of Corliss's most trusted ghouls slips into the room and stands in front of the bars. His bald head looks almost polished, reflecting the gleam of the interrogation room's bright light.
"I'm afraid Madam Lucca was not convinced of your innocence," he intones dramatically. "Your sire wishes for me to convey her deep displeasure and inform you that you're to be temporarily remanded into the Sheriff's custody for sentencing at tonight's council."
Qui steps in behind the ghoul, his face drawn and troubled. "That will be all, Gregory."
Gregory favors the Sheriff with a slight bow and retreats back into the hallway. Qui doesn't say a word until the sharp echoes of the ghoul's steps cease and the hallway's far door slams shut.
"Jesus, Agad the Imperishable! What the hell happened?" He looks incredibly flustered and uncomfortable. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost believe that he's been under investigation, himself. "I knew you'd been in contact with Ward and his Anarchs, but Corliss seems to think it goes a lot deeper than that. You need to get me up to speed if you want to survive the night. Quickly."