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Outside Maison Cinsault, 3 Dec 1870
“How long have you been here?” Johann asked Inspector Davidson. The darkness of the clouds overhead mirrored Davidson’s expression, and Johann steeled himself against the disapproval inherent there.
See? This is why I don’t make myself useful. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. He looks a self-righteous sort.
“Long enough,” was Davidson’s reply. He spoke with clipped words, like he picked up each one with tweezers and hurled it at them. “And did you glean anything interesting from Madame Cinsault, or did you merely influence a witness to be less welcoming on my return visit?”
“I’m sure she’d enjoy it regardless,” Johann muttered.
If Davidson heard him, he ignored him. “I need to talk to the two of you anyway. My coach is parked around the corner
