“Don’t hit at all if it is honorably possible to avoid hitting; but never hit soft!”
— Theodore Roosevelt
Ms. Svandova is one of the oldest beings associated with this vicinity. But … It is a seniority which does not preclude her from entertaining from time to time, a transient interest in the doings of younger [and thus lesser] beings.
Ergo … In spite of her antiquity, she’s a gal who’s somewhat in the know, when it comes to contemporary goings on. No matter her display of feigned disinterest thereof in her ROOM.
Ms. Svandova is a born gossip. As such, she’ll pretend laissez-faire in the presence of her lessers, as she did in front of Becky and Danica. Then, as soon they are gone, she’ll be the proverbial “chatting Kathy”, burning up the phone lines with her equals playing catchup. In short order, she’ll eradicate her ignorance about Count Orlok’s untimely demise and Becky’s investigation into it.
Unvarying and unwavering are the fundamental tenants of a closed, caste-based society, where the old always rule over the young, where the age of the individual and their race is caste. There is a set way of doing things, when a lesser deals with their betters. This includes very Old Things, who are not people, aka ROOMs.
Over the course of the investigation, Becky had developed a short list of the candidates who could be the possible witness to the crime. All of them were Elder gods, of course. Eventually, she narrowed it down to two people.
Yes, she still intends to ferret out the witness, no matter what, unless/until she’s told directly by her betters to do otherwise.
Yes, it’s back to square one. Becky incorrectly guessed who the witness was after Ms. Svandova’s recent reveal that she wasn’t that person.
Problem: how does she go about summoning any of them [gods], all who whom are considerably older than her. Additionally, Ms. Svandova is her Mistress. Ms. Svandova’s abduction of her and subsequent broaching a discussion of the case unsolicited on Becky’s part took care of both impediments.
Whenever possible … There’s always an interrogation of whatever the killer used for transportation. But … That’s where things get complicated even more. Complication begetting complication … As aforementioned, she found out that [transportation] to be a ROOM, his ROOM, which used to be her ROOM.
A person thinks that they are walking into their house, apartment, room, closet, office, etc, when in actuality they are walking into your ROOM disguised as their house, apartment, room, closet, office, etc. Once they are inside of your ROOM, you can do whatever you want to do to them.
Simple, ask the ROOM? She can’t. Not directly, that is. Over and above the fact that Becky is the ROOM’s lesser. There’s conflict of interest, based upon Becky’s past ownership and Roberts’ current ownership of said ROOM.
“Maybe you should just forget about the witness and the ROOM, and just solve the case?” asks a now clothed Danica.
“And how do I go about doing that?”
Danica just shrugs her shoulders.
“I thought as much.”
“You know who the killer is. You know who his accomplice is,” Danica adds after a pregnant pause with a pixie grin worn mischievously on her hard face.
“No forensics ties Roberts to the murder. Deduction is not proof.”
“Likewise for Minders nefarious involvement with the supposed killer, Adam Roberts?”
The two “legs for days” chicks stroll casually into the ME’s office, aka the City Morgue at 1 Police Plaza [the new police headquarters building]. Dr. Stacy Keibler, Chief Medical Examiner for the City of Saint Louis, the other “legs for days” in the room, is busy doing an autopsy on a six-year-old gang banger, with a rap sheet a mile long. He was killed in a drive-by, this morning. More meat for the grinder.
Back in the day, Dr. Keibler was a breaking-taking TV personality aka Miss Hancock. During the course of which, she got married twice to actor George Clooney. They are still good friends. She was his fourth and his sixth wife. And, in spite of his heavy wear-n-tear, she’s still breath-taking with flawless 42-inch stems.
Dr. Keibler stops what she’s doing and removes her gloves. She’s knows what to expect, having been fast friends with Becky since high school.
Bernie MacK [originally from South Africa], one of the Coloured morgue attendants, tosses her a dead man’s quarter. He always carries it in the pocket of his scrubs.
“Heads or tails … B?” The former Miss Hancock asks Becky.
“You choose, this time.”
Dr. Keibler flips the coin. It hits the floor with a splat, face up.
“Heads it is, B.”
“It looks like there was no accomplice. Count Orlok and I were wrong, an error which got him killed. The whole hack thing was a red herring. Just another rabbit hole meant for me to waste my time with while he bides his.”
“Throwing caution to the wind on a gypsy chance again, B?”
All Danica can do is just shake her head in total disbelief.
“It’s the only way to fly.”