He told himself that she must not have been suffering any pain, or fear, for he would have felt it if she had.
But how could this have happened? They had been with each other just moments before. It did not seem possible. This world was becoming a place of shadows for him yet again.
"Sir", the officer persisted, "do you recognize the young woman in these photographs?"
He nodded yes, unable to respond any further.
"We will give you a moment - would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"
He did not reply.
Puck suddenly became diminutive in size, losing twelve inches from his height. His magnetism waned and the officers became disenchanted – now far more attentive to their duties.
"I am, I was, Marley's partner" he knew as he was saying this that it would be hard to prove. No one had ever seen him enter and exit her flat and there were no belongings of his at her place. Added to all this, he had no DNA to prove Charlene's parentage. There was nothing, absolutely nothing to connect him to Marley at all. When the dialogue continued, both women had now become much sterner.
"And how long had you and Ms Marian Silver been seeing each other for?"
"On and off for years" he replied blandly. He could see where this was going.
"Am I a suspect?" he asked bluntly.
"No, and I apologize if we have implied that in any way at all. The entire crime was captured on CCTV. It was almost as though the murderer had wanted his activity filmed - he actually faced the camera deliberately several times smiling at it."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"We believe that Ms Silver was running a bath when Mark Forsythe entered her apartment. We cannot ascertain if he broke his way in, or if she had opened the door willingly. They were business acquaintances, and so in all probability she just let him in."
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
Puck suddenly became diminutive in size, losing twelve inches from his height. His magnetism waned and the officers became disenchanted – now far more attentive to their duties.
"I am, I was, Marley's partner" he knew as he was saying this that it would be hard to prove. No one had ever seen him enter and exit her flat and there were no belongings of his at her place. Added to all this, he had no DNA to prove Charlene's parentage. There was nothing, absolutely nothing to connect him to Marley at all. When the dialogue continued, both women had now become much sterner.
"And how long had you and Ms Marian Silver been seeing each other for?"
"On and off for years" he replied blandly. He could see where this was going.
"Am I a suspect?" he asked bluntly.
"No, and I apologize if we have implied that in any way at all. The entire crime was captured on CCTV. It was almost as though the murderer had wanted his activity filmed - he actually faced the camera deliberately several times smiling at it."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"We believe that Ms Silver was running a bath when Mark Forsythe entered her apartment. We cannot ascertain if he broke his way in, or if she had opened the door willingly. They were business acquaintances, and so in all probability she just let him in."
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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