I don't keep my wife on a leash, [The French-accented voice says curtly. It is a thoughtless, offhanded remark.
Then a beat passes. Silence reigns.
It's not as if Javert has a clear view of the Dreamberry, dear Grell. When the Inspector (after all, that foot must belong to a man) processed the unexpected tinny voice from his Dreamberry speakers, he froze. The hush descended. Though Grell cannot see a face, he might envision a narrowing of the eyes, a contraction of thinned dread in Javert's expression.]
You will tell me something now, [Javert commands, detached and cold.] Did this device make a public bulletin?
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Then a beat passes. Silence reigns.
It's not as if Javert has a clear view of the Dreamberry, dear Grell. When the Inspector (after all, that foot must belong to a man) processed the unexpected tinny voice from his Dreamberry speakers, he froze. The hush descended. Though Grell cannot see a face, he might envision a narrowing of the eyes, a contraction of thinned dread in Javert's expression.]
You will tell me something now, [Javert commands, detached and cold.] Did this device make a public bulletin?