The Translated Man and Other Stories - Chris Braak [96]
and Skinner sitting on the couch in the parlor, whispering softly to each other. It reminded him of other business.
“The boy’s gone,” Beckett grunted. “Wonder how that happened.”
Valentine nodded, his face studiously ingenuous. “I don’t know, sir. We were watching him closely.”
“I’ll bet,” the old coroner replied, his face hidden by the red scarf. After the incidents at Gotheray Castle, the fades had proceeded to further ravage the old man’s features, making it a gruesome, skeletal visage of grinning teeth and blood-red muscle. Beckett was quiet for a few seconds, while Valentine practically held his breath. “Well. We’ll get him if he turns up again. No time to worry about it now.” He tossed a folder of clippings and arrest reports to Valentine. “We’ve got work to do.”
End.