"You look like a lovesick puppy," Myron Stray informed Detective Pleasant once Kelly had finished speaking. "You. Detective Pleasant. Never thought I'd ever hear of the day, let alone see it." He hesitated, and scowled. "So to speak."
Janet wouldn't have gone so far as to say a lovesick puppy, but Stray had a point. The proud smile grew a little bit, almost as if Pleasant hadn't expected his girlfriend to think of that on her own. That couldn't be true, of course. Anyone raised in Israel would know how to search for a bomb. Still, the obvious love there went a long way in mellowing Janet towards the pair of them, even if Pleasant was still wearing a powdered wig and still hadn't explained why.
"Why was she trying to blow up a - " Janet started to ask, but she cut herself off when she realised she probably wouldn't get an answer. Government secrets and all. That was alright; Davina had proven that she'd sacrifice innocent lives to achieve whatever twisted goal she was after, not that she would blow up buildings willy-nilly.
But it was always nice to have a confirmation.
"We don't know." The Detective actually did answer, surprising Janet. "We had absolutely no warning of it. She could just be insane, which I'd prefer both because it's a simple answer and because she was a thoroughly dislikeable woman with an unreasonable grudge against me even on the best of days. But I suspect an ulterior motive. Possibly ties to a terrorist group. It's one of the questions I'm going to ask her when we bring her in."
"Are you always so free with your information, Detective?"
He shrugged. "You're helping us out. You deserve it. Thank you."
Janet blinked. "You're welcome." She sobered quickly and pointed towards the door. "But I want all of you out before anyone tries anything. I don't need the girls believing that a police officer can talk to me privately and get all the access he wants. Out."
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Janet wouldn't have gone so far as to say a lovesick puppy, but Stray had a point. The proud smile grew a little bit, almost as if Pleasant hadn't expected his girlfriend to think of that on her own. That couldn't be true, of course. Anyone raised in Israel would know how to search for a bomb. Still, the obvious love there went a long way in mellowing Janet towards the pair of them, even if Pleasant was still wearing a powdered wig and still hadn't explained why.
"Why was she trying to blow up a - " Janet started to ask, but she cut herself off when she realised she probably wouldn't get an answer. Government secrets and all. That was alright; Davina had proven that she'd sacrifice innocent lives to achieve whatever twisted goal she was after, not that she would blow up buildings willy-nilly.
But it was always nice to have a confirmation.
"We don't know." The Detective actually did answer, surprising Janet. "We had absolutely no warning of it. She could just be insane, which I'd prefer both because it's a simple answer and because she was a thoroughly dislikeable woman with an unreasonable grudge against me even on the best of days. But I suspect an ulterior motive. Possibly ties to a terrorist group. It's one of the questions I'm going to ask her when we bring her in."
"Are you always so free with your information, Detective?"
He shrugged. "You're helping us out. You deserve it. Thank you."
Janet blinked. "You're welcome." She sobered quickly and pointed towards the door. "But I want all of you out before anyone tries anything. I don't need the girls believing that a police officer can talk to me privately and get all the access he wants. Out."