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"Three tickets to London please, first class." An amateur inventor would have no money for a train, so Demetri bought Minerva a ticket as well. "It'll allow us to interrogate Ms. Darling while we travel." he explained to Larséne, avoiding her smug grin. "Here, take this candy bar," he tossed a bar of solid chocolate in her general direction. "If you behave while Minerva is in the train car with us, I'll take you to the best candy store in London and buy you whatever you want." Despite his generally unsociable attitude and nonchalance, Demetri was always thinking. He'd got off the phone with the officer in charge of Adella's case an hour ago. It had been given to a newbie as a training case...training in that you can't always win every case. He hadn't received much information, other than the address of where the two girls lived, and a couple of bad guesses on what had happened.
"The train will depart in 30 minutes." Thirty minutes to figure out how to avoid the Constable's gloating. It had been five years, and he still would gloat. Endlessly. Demetri rubbed his forehead. Perhaps he would avoid the police station altogether...no, that would be admitting defeat. He sighed.