The guard looked up and around the walls of the building. “I’ve been on patrol. You didn’t see or hear anything?”
“Did you?” I countered.
The guard frowned, staring down at me like I was a child. “Cleric Crayden exited. I saw him when he stepped out. He does this often and we see him here after morning meditation and reminders, so I thought nothing of it.”
He spoke into his comms unit, announcing the murder and requesting backup and a sweep of the area.
“You saw him get killed then?” I asked when he was done, wiping my hands on my pants, leaving streaks of damp.
He shook his head. “No. I walk patrol along the top turret on the south corner. I saw him, walked around, and when I came back to this side, I saw you exit and kneel down. It was then I saw his body. You are the one who had an
