Freyja
I don’t think I’ve ever met a more pompous jackhole until I met Chief Gunner Thomas of Dragoon. He was so smarmy and snobbish I could barely hear what he had to say. I immediately did not like him, and I could feel Ludo felt the same.
“So, as you can see, we have done everything that we can,” Gunner was saying. “If there were a stone left unturned, I would be surprised.”
“I would like to speak to any witnesses,” I said. “Did anyone see Abigail that night? I noticed she passed several houses on her route.”
“Not that I’m aware of,” he said. “If they did, they haven’t come forward.”
“I will speak with those dragons myself,” I said.
“Why?” he asked, affronted that I wasn’t taking his word for it.
“Because I know what questions to ask,” I said.
“I don’
