Hadjar remained silent.
“What did you want to know, Mister Investigator?” the simpering dog of the Generals completed his phrase.
“You must be confused.” Hadjar demonstratively took his hands off his sword. “You’re the investigator, not me. Anyway, I’m not going to learn anything from you.”
All fawning instantly disappeared from the plump investigator’s voice and appearance.
“What do you think you are doing, Officer?” he asked, his tone more aggressive now.
“Senior Officer,” Hadjar corrected him. “Taking into account the fact that you carry on your person the medallion of a junior investigator of the corps, I’m your senior by a rank.”
“Peasant!” The lady snorted.
“Perhaps I did something wrong, Miss Investigator? Maybe you are here today because you wish to take your revenge?”
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