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"And he was in here last night?"

"Yes"

"With anyone?"

"No"

Obviously, she had every intention of answering what I asked and nothing more "Then did he leave with anyone?"

"I can’t say I don’t watch the e bank of security monitors in the room?"

She smiled "They are not trained on individuals I si on in that roo bitch, in other words Maybe I should have called Hunter instead of flexing a little Aedh

"Then I want access to all the tapes froht Now"

"And you can prove you are actually from the council? Because I am not inclined to show those to any randonored her jibe and tossed e onto her desk She picked it up, briefly studied it, then handed it back "Why do you wish to see the tapes?"

"Because Wolfgang Schht after he left here"

"That is sad news indeed" It was hard to tell whether she actually meant it or not, because there was little emotion in either her voice or her expression "You may view the tapes in the room opposite I shall port them over to the screen there"

"Just the ones for the tiht"

Another cool smile touched her lips "Of course"

I spun and walked over to the other roo another sparse room At least there were two chairs here--one behind the desk and the other in front I sat behind the desk, found the ported tapes on the screen, and hit PLAY The quality wasn’t top notch, but I guess it didn’t have to be if the only reason she had the cameras was to source out trouble before it really started

There was no sound, but the woe seeht’s woed red streak in it, and coal-black eyes She wasn’t playing the pan flute, however, but some sort of short-necked lute I hit FAST FORWARD and rolled through about an hour’s worth of filht, sat at one of the tables close to the stage, and watched the woman with the same sort of rapt attention as everyone else

When the woman finished her set, she came down and sat with him They chatted for another half hour or so; then the woether

We had a suspect

I froze the screen on the woe, sent both Hunter and myself a copy of it, then switched off the computer and went back to see bitch-face

"You were successful?" she said, without looking up

"Who was the entertainer you had on last night? Wolfgang left with her"

"Her naulars, just soot her contact details?"

"Yes" She reached into her desk and handed me a business card Classique Entertainers, it said Specialist in art, cha else?"

I hesitated "If there is, we’ll be back Have a pleasant evening"

Her smile was as insincere as ot out of there Once ere out in the cool air of the night, I drew in a deep breath and released it slowly "I hate dealing with vae doesn’t care about that, but I’ht," a flat and all-too-fae doesn’t care Nor do I"