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Chapter 14: Gruesome Murder Continued
He glanced at her, snuffing at the cold air through his corpulent red nose. "I did," he replied matter-of-factly, fluttering the paper over his head. "What's it to you, my dear? Got a mystery that needs solving? Lost your lover, perhaps?" He leered down at her, then cupped his hand around his mouth, shouting, "Papers! Paaaapers! Get your papers here!"
She tugged at his sleeve again, in a panic that throbbed desperately through her veins. "Sir, please! If you would- where can I find Mr Edward Skweyiya?"
He dropped his arm then and looked directly at her, his face breaking into an incredulous smirk. Bending down to have a better look at her, he chortled; a short, breathy thing that was rank of garlic and goat meat. Barely containing her disgust, she raised her voice, asking once more, "Mr Edward Skweyiya! Where can I find Mr. Edward Skweyiya!"
He straightened, and guffawed down at her, wiping a frayed coat sleeve cursorily across his n
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In the end, she was deposited in a small, windowless room. Save for the addition of a scuffed wooden table with two stools tucked fastidiously beneath, it was not so different from her own despised quarters. She stood a pace into the room and shivered, looking back anxiously at the sergeant. He hovered by the door, and offered a hesitant, sympathetic smile. "Stay here, Miss; the inspector'll be in shortly to speak with you.""The- the inspector!" she exclaimed, her voice faltering. "Surely a... a stolennewspapercould not merit such rigor! Why would the inspector care to speak tome?"A small, niggling doubt lodged itself in her mind then, an uneasiness which could not be entertained for any longer than a moment. It must have spoken plainly on her face, for the sergeant grimaced, and his kind eyes looked away before closing the door heavily behind him. The oil lamps flickered in their stands, casting odd shadows from corner
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She could not help it; her brow furrowed, her lips parted in a chortle as she exclaimed, "Come now, Inspector, ascoundrel?I grant you, he is an arrogant man, and undoubtedly an egotist to boot, but scoundrel is hardly the word I would choose!"The inspector stood abruptly, his eyes flashing furiously down at her. "Madam, he said stiffly, the coarse hairs of his beard bristling, "I did not present myself to discuss matters that arebeneath me.I came to have a look at the lady who has caused us so much anxiety this afternoon. I was led to believe that you were some lovely young thing, but I find the same could be said of any harlot that spends an evening within these walls. Now, if you would,Miss Matiwane," and he extended his hand, white and hefty and possessive of all the subtleties of a meat cleaver, "I will have the two pounds and six pence."Liziwe stared at him incredulously, impati
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"You must excuse my wife, Inspector; I fear she is given to fits of increasingly fanciful eccentricity.""Come now, Mr Xakatha; whose wife is not?""It is a curse, I think, that their sex must bear. The shock of moving has frayed her nerves immensely!""Ah, I would imagine so- a large move is hard on the strongest of minds."They talked over her as if she were a dog; a little pet that trots submissively alongside its master, dumb and mute. And Liziwe stood with her head bowed in her husband's shadow, quietly seething, allowing the words to fuel a future vengeance shewouldtake."Thank you, again, for notifying me so promptly! I must admit, when she disappeared I feared the worst- she is not, as they say, the sharpest tack in the box. And indeed, if you had not found her I am quite sure we would have found her frozen corpse in the morning. The weather is getting on, you know! Did she have no coin on her as well? Ah,
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He scrutinised her, taking in every curve of her form; every line, every crease, every movement. Through a dim fog of disbelief she waited, her awareness wavering on a knife's edge. He seemed to be before her, and yet, he did not seem real; a threatening mirage, a reminder that reality was only the counting of physical hurts. Did she live, did she breathe? His eyes were burning coals; bright, burning circles, burrowing into her, consuming her…"Liziwe, my dear," he said finally, as if she were a little child who had done something very naughty. "You have cost me a pretty penny, did you know? The keeping of a woman is not cheap… nor was this littlejauntof yours today, this… little adventure. Did you not think I would find you? You aremine, Liziwe; you are mywife. The sooner you understand that, the better it will be for you." His words lapped at the edge of her reason, and still she stared, h
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