The police station was mostly in disarray. The spiders had hit it pretty hard and I could see that cleaning up wasn't so much a priority as just getting back to functional. I was directed to an interview room that had blood in it, dried blood, but blood all the same. I assumed it was from the war, but you never can be sure with rural police on sub planets. Upon entering the room they took my wrist restraints off and told me to wait. I did, because I'm always for law and order up until the point I get jailed, that's where I try and get the balls out of there, not doing another long prison stint if I can avoid it.
"Sorry for the wait Mr. Lorzo? Did I say that right?" The man was in a crisp suit, it stood in stark relief to the rest of everything else in the department.
"Yes you said it right." I of course never use my real name anymore, its a shame really, I made up an awesome one and have to use lesser not as awesome varieties.
"Mr. Lorzo, you were found over the body of Bob Links, is this correct?"
"Should I have my lawyer present." Ignoring of course I am my own lawyer, ignore that I have spent long tracks in prison please.
"Should you? Mr. Links was clearly dead by your hand, and dying of some kind of wasting disease. Officers also noted your clothing had what appeared to be a bullet hole with blood, but no actual injury appeared on your actual shoulder."
"Are you implying something untoward happened to Mr. Links and that I somehow benefited?" The detective who I noticed did not give his name and I saw no badge smiled.
"Cut the shit Lorentino, I know who and what you are." Pretenses dropped I smiled in kind.
"And yet I sit here without shackles, so either you think I'm useful or you realize your limited ability to contain me would not help you in the long run."
"Courtesy, you see what I have to work with, you see how this place is. I see you are moving in to set up shop, which means you are most likely going to be arranging illegal arm sales, and before you complain do not insult my intelligence. I don't care really, we're a small planet and the additional traffic will help everyone, but what I do care about is shit like this. Outward necromancy is bad for public perception, and I can't have people knowing I'm letting you operate without getting something in return."
"You want a financial kick back?" He laughed.
"Gods no, what I need is much more important, I need your help with a problem that is only getting worse by the minute." I sighed.
"Sure what's the worst that can happen, I mean its not like I can cause a second spider war."
"Or a second Red one." The detective smiled again and lead me out of the interview room. I hate smart people, they always get me to do dumb things.
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