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[A man whom the citizens of Tu Vishan might have glimpsed on occasion fixes a piercing, sharp gaze into the feed. The man is incredibly neat, uncharacteristically clean-shaven, and stern almost to the point of lacking any emotional inflection.

--Save for an unusual trembling tic in his lip when he speaks, and the slight off-center tie of his neck scarf. That indicated, to anyone close enough to be familiar with his habits, that some tremendous excitement boils within him. A hunger sparks deep in his pupils. He speaks at last after a few moments' pause, as if to let the gravity of his expression sink in, and his tone is curt, blunt, and commanding.]

I am looking for any man or woman interested in the case of the recently slashed Madame Emperor.

Who is working on it immediately? I have got the precinct local dossier; so do many of you. But I am sure there are people that have seen more than that. I tell you now to come forward, do not keep it quiet. It is a useless waste to keep the investigations separate. Let us pool the evidence and put our skulls together.

My name is Javert. I am somewhat familiar with kedan police policies, I have spent some time with them. You must call for me quick. I will speak with any that have got something to add.

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[And there he is, like clockwork. She registers Javert's off-center tie, at least, and answers it with a humorless smile.]

You suspect one of our own? [She does. She also suspects Evandau, though present circumstances suggest it would be less than prudent to mention it to just anyone.]

[There is a satisfied twitch at the corner of his mouth. Lin has gotten reasonably good at reading him. Or is it that he has become that much more transparent since his death? Something for him to watch for in himself.]

Did I imply that too plainly? You are in sharp form.

[A tight smirk.]

The method is too straight. Too crude. It is not to His taste.

It wasn't Him I suspected, but it's clear he has an opinion on the matter anyway. Have you had a look at the dossier yet?

[Javert half-barks, half-laughs. Yes, he saw that public broadcast between an anonymous malefactor and Malicant himself. That is what cinched his suspicions.]

I have it here. The damn thing is too thin. Nothing of the circumstances, nothing of the guards stationed, nothing of the security measures in place. [He adds wryly,] Information from the public first. I will not gamble on a missing knife to fall into our palms too soon.

[A faintly annoyed twist of her lips.] Can't blame Evandau for locking the place down, but suspicion falls as hard on--the residents of the palace as it does anyone else. He's doing us no favors there.

None at all. [Javert's brow hitches at Lin's brief hesitation, though his tone remains neutral and unreadable.] The palace staff is not spared from suspicion. They are either lacking in numbers or in brains, letting a murderer dance into their Emperor's quarters.

[Javert bends forward into the feed here, ever-so-slightly, with meaning.] Yet we must not get our trousers in a knot about this. We question, we search. Let that lead us to the palace grounds. If our man is there.

[Lin folds her arms, shakes her head abruptly.] Numbers and brains could be irrelevant. Could've been the onset of the, what was it, dark mindset that's been plaguing so many of this world's inhabitants. Our friend might not have done the deed Himself, but it doesn't acquit Him of being a potential accomplice.

[She nods.] You're right, of course. Might as well canvass the foreigner population in the meantime.

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