Vague Explanations

She merely nodded.  "Once we get back, though," she muttered.

"But it's just a watch.  Like I said, it's a bit overkill for a watch..."

"Not if it's as important as Mr. Trouse says it is.  You have connections to a fingerprint database?"

I nodded.  Geez, what is up with this woman?


"Well, no one in the banks..." I noticed, watching over her shoulder as the computer quickly went through the profile of every man, woman, and creature in the City's record, and then some.  All registered negative to the data Shannon had collected.  "A clean swipe, perhaps?"

"Not quite," she replied, deep in thought.  "This one's only got a clean record, that's all.  Hasn't gotten his, or her, hands dirty before..."  She trailed off.  Then her fingers sprang to life, pulling up a search engine and quickly typing "Joice Electrical".  She tracked down a page with a list of all the top folks at J.E.

All, I thought, at a rather startling speed.  I barely read a line by the time she was to the bottom of the page.

"He never mentioned which department he's in..." I started to say.

"Optics," she cut in tersely.  "All top Optics people in J.E. are given Walfmaan Safe watches.  That guy."  She pointed to a small picture of a stick of a man with rather shifty eyes.

"I see him," I answered.  "I don't know what he has to do with anything, though."

She nodded, scribbling notes on a scrap of paper.  Although where she found the pen was anybody's guess... there wasn't a writing utensil to be found in or on the desk.

"I didn't realize," I observed, "that you were right handed, Ms. Shannon."

"Well, now you know, Inspector."  She began pulling up blank search pages, typing faster than was mortally, or safely, imaginable.  I let her do her thing.  It's good to let the new recruit learn the ropes herself, right?


Around six that night, I was getting ready to call it a day.  Shannon had been working steadily since I left her to her work early that morning.  She looked as if she was packing it in for the day, too.

"Well Ms. Shannon," I began, "what did you think of your first day?"

She nodded with approval.  "Much more exciting than I anticipated, really."

The sergent popped his head in.  "Ah, Johnson.  I see you've you're new partner."

"Yes sir.  Ms. Shannon, Sergent Howe."

She sprang out of her chair, shaking hands firmly with the sergent.

"I was wondering if you two would be interested in joining me for dinner?"

She cringed with regret.  "I apologize, sir, but I'm already busy this evening."

I glanced at her papers on the table, an organizer among them.  "Don't mean to put you in a spot, Ms. Shannon, but the column in your daily organizer for today is completely blank."

I expected her to blush, to shrink back, to apologize profusely.  But when have I been getting expected answers from Shannon?

She smirked impishly, of all things.  "I have had a further engagement as of this morning," she answered simply, placing the rest of her things into a bag already slung over her shoulder.  She nodded to the two of us, then gracefully slid out.

Sergent Howe blinked in astonishment.  "Is... is she...?" he stuttered, pointing dimly at the door through which she'd just exited.

I nodded in confirmation.  "Never seen another like her."

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