The teenager wasted little time in showing himself around the corner. He was a bloody mess, though it wasn’t from the bodies the inspector found just in the doorway before the room. His hands flew up. The boy with the scarred lip quickly stammered out his defense, “I was just trying to help Mere--er-- the big coeurl thing. I didn’t do any of it!â€
It was a lie of course. There was a dead coeurl outside that was his handiwork. M’lissa’s coeurl that, thank the twelve, the inspector had clearly not had the pleasure of meeting to have even recognized the beast. Leto continued to hold his breath in suspense. In truth, he did not know what to expect with this inspector guy that had vexed the boss so much. It either took an awful lot or one awkward stumble to get on Ehvar’s bad side. No one really figured out which that was with Lieutenant Desmond. But an order was an order and he had to deliver that message -- he just wanted to make sure he accomplished it without getting himself killed.
It was a lie of course. There was a dead coeurl outside that was his handiwork. M’lissa’s coeurl that, thank the twelve, the inspector had clearly not had the pleasure of meeting to have even recognized the beast. Leto continued to hold his breath in suspense. In truth, he did not know what to expect with this inspector guy that had vexed the boss so much. It either took an awful lot or one awkward stumble to get on Ehvar’s bad side. No one really figured out which that was with Lieutenant Desmond. But an order was an order and he had to deliver that message -- he just wanted to make sure he accomplished it without getting himself killed.
