<strong>The Library</strong><br/><br/>The two inspectors drank their tea, and as it was the rather larger Yorkshire man also enjoyed a shot of a rather good malt, which was followed by another. He gave the major a rather hard stare at some of his comments. On the other hand the younger man appeared somewhat more oblivious at present.<em>Damn but a smoke would be useful now. Something was going on here and it was not natural.</em><br/><br/>The attractive dark haired inspector briefly narrowed his eyes just as the older gentleman did at<strong>Malsika</strong>. After all she was a ‘darkie’.<br/><br/><strong>“Bakersfield.” Simmons</strong>spoke with a low and some what gruff voice, “You look at the body first, and I’ll speak to some of these folks.” His accent was certainly not from London.” The younger inspector shrugged and walked off, another look passed between himself and Charlotte. So he went into the Library and it seemed Malsika was not too pleased about this, however was unable to speak up. This was certainly not something that she had planned for.<em>Damn that inspector, and the witch.</em><br/><br/>“Right I am going to be askin’ you all some questions, I am sure we all want to be in bed right about now.” Simmons’s eyes passed over the room falling on various women including<strong>Bethany</strong>Perhaps they lingered a little too long there. “So lets make this brief. The bobby’s will be ‘ere soon, all I need is a statement from you all.”<br/><br/>At that moment there was more noise from upstairs.<br/><br/>The children shuddered, “Is someone hurting mama?” James broke the rule and was heard as well as seen. As he was speaking Rupert moved a little closer to Tyler, it couldn't hurt to try again. Even more so as he was obviously distracted by ....heaven forbid a female.<br/><br/><br/><br/>