Act Fourteen - Interlude: Reasonable Suspects

   “Given that clue, do you have any leads?” I ask Dastun. It is so hard to talk about.

    “We don’t have much to go on, Roger.”

    “They tried to kill her, Dastun, who would want to do that?”

    “Beck,” he responds, after a moment of silence.

    “He’s in prison, isn’t he?”

    “Yes.”

    I ponder for a moment. Dastun speaks up, “Roger, whoever was shooting wasn’t aiming at Miss Dorothy. We both know that. She put herself in the way so that you wouldn’t be hit. Whoever shot Dorothy missed. They were aiming for you.”

    I cringe. “Who would want me dead then?”

    “Who wouldn’t? I occasionally do.”

    I glance at Dastun and he smiles. “You can’t blame me, though, can you?”

    “No.”

    “You really do seem to have a knack at making a mess of things, you know?”

    “Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

    “Are you saying it?”

    “No.”

    “Then I guess it doesn’t matter, does it.”

    “No, I suppose not.”

    “Have you turned down any important cases lately? Ones from powerful people?”

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