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Roma Camp, 4 December 1870
Johann felt Marie stiffen when she saw Inspector Davidson. Iris also sat straighter, and her face assumed her customary mask, an expression he called neutral academic because Edward had a similar one.
Has she spoken to Davidson yet?
“Ah, good, I was hoping to find you here,” the inspector said and waved to them. Johann felt the suspicious gazes of the other people in the camp follow Davidson and flick back and forth between him and them. Even Zokar lost some of his wistful geniality he’d had once he revealed to Marie he was her uncle.
Welcome to the mixed blessing that is family.
“You know this man?” Zokar asked.
“He has been annoyingly present as of late,” Johann said.
“I heard that,” the inspector told him. “I’m glad I have all of you gathered here.
