‘Well, of course they’d be connected’ said Sherduck, ‘but if
the butt did belong to the victim then it would close things quite rapidly and
wouldn’t give us much of a lead.’
The night got later. The retirement party was starting to
stagger, and even the barduck had started to yawn. The technician team had
already been and gone to get their drinks in, briefly and curtly announcing to
Sherduck that they’d set up the database the best they’d could and they’ve left
the computers running to search for matches. Sherduck asked for the key to the
tech room but they didn’t trust him to go in there without alcohol. There then
followed an amusing incident where Sherduck drunkenly attempted to pickpocket
the key out of the technician’s pocket but ended up falling off his bar stool,
at which point the barduck thought it would be an excellent excuse to ask them
to leave.
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