But ... okay." She swallowed nervously.Dave was triumphant and they resumed their walk in silence. The silence was short-lived however."Megan! Where t...e fuck you goin', Gal?" a voice shouted from some distance behind them. Dave turned and saw the black girl striding purposefully towards them.'Lucy' turned."Megan," the dark girl repeated, homing fast on their position."Annie, it's okay. Really," Megan/Lucy replied."Megs, it's not safe," the girl stated, displaying genuine concern. She stopped. ”“This is a cold case,” he lied. “You can just give me the information and the taser back. No need to go all official.”“A cold case?”“Well,” he continued, oozing charm and a bit of authority, “I like to keep my hand in, if you know what I mean. No need for anyone else to know that though.”“Yes, sir, I’ll do it right away.”“Good, good,” he said. “Call my cell when you have something.”He turned and left the room.Marci looked up as the door closed and Harrison would have been shocked by the change. I guessed that she was probably about 22 or 23 years old. She was always cheerful and very welcoming, and frequently she produced special offers of cake and items for us that were scarce. When we asked her where she got them from she would tap the side of her nose and say something like "Don't looks a gift horse in the mouth." or, "ask no questions and hear no lies." and she would sweep away into the kitchen. I had always thought she was a very precocious young lady, but god, she was damn sexy.. His sword was in his scabbard, his pistol in his belt, and his throat had been cut. It was obvious he had been attacked from the rear and given no chance to defend himself. I turned the door handle, the lock moved but the door refused to open.“Bolted from inside,” I said. “Whoever killed Captain Hutton is probably in the room.”Truman nodded. “Aye, and with a good view of the dais, and all those sitting there. Like ducks on a pond.”I pondered that statement. If, as I believed, Erzählenmann was.