“I’d like you to explain to me how you all got here and why,” she invited him with a wide wave of her hand.
“By train,” he replied without turning to her.
“Being flippant doesn’t help,” Magda returned in a soft, warning voice, feeling that she could get more out of him with softness. However, she reserved the right of tearing into him if it became necessary.
“I’m not flippant,” he said, snapping to attention. “We came by train, indeed.”
“You know very well that’s not what I asked,” she tossed back, trying for patience, even though her back was up now.
“If you say so,” Gabriel murmured and shifted his position in the chair.
The inspector’s eyebrows arched, and her reproachful glaze scorched him. Gabriel shoved his hands into his pockets again and tried for an indifferent look.
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