[It isn't a lot of information, but Kesara is no burgeoning spy for nothing. Another pause follows as she checks the network, and her facts. Alfie armed the killer; the killer is someone Alfie trusts. Someone House had antagonised over something sensitive; House antagonises everyone, so this, she thinks, must have been a public thing to warrant so extreme a retribution. And someone who had recent opportunity to meet both men. Between the three pieces of evidence, she has one name, though it's a gamble. She knows how much happens in private talks, even on the network.
Well, she will gamble. If she is right, Alfie will be impressed. If she is wrong, she hardly thinks he'll leave her to blame an innocent, and that will be one name off the list.]
It was Duster, wasn't it? Over what House wrote in the obituary. Those obscene things...
[Right or wrong? The tension of wondering keeps her stronger responses at bay, though it feels like holding her breath to do so. Never get angry, never stop thinking. Would Dame Ariel really have said as much even about a murder?]
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Well, she will gamble. If she is right, Alfie will be impressed. If she is wrong, she hardly thinks he'll leave her to blame an innocent, and that will be one name off the list.]
It was Duster, wasn't it? Over what House wrote in the obituary. Those obscene things...
[Right or wrong? The tension of wondering keeps her stronger responses at bay, though it feels like holding her breath to do so. Never get angry, never stop thinking. Would Dame Ariel really have said as much even about a murder?]