<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Damn," Val swore briefly.  "I'd hoped I'd caught up to him sooner -- I didn't realize he'd been... I'm sorry, Siv."  He brushed his hand over the omega's again, another burst of protective scent.  "It was good of you to want to draw him off the others.  That's really admirable."  Even if, investigatively, it might have been more advantageous to have another victim -- Val would never wish that on someone.  <br/>
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He closed his notebook and focused on devouring his food -- quickly, so that he could get Val to Doctor Witherspoon.  "Is there anything else you want to tell me about what happened?  It's alright if there isn't, I'm just making sure I didn't skip any questions you might have wanted me to ask."</span></span>