Part 7
Emissary au because what´s Xmas without few disembodied body parts?)
The arm which was located above the signal of the local pub (which was a nice and macabre gift for the owner of said pub) certainly make people talk and Ariel can hear rumours all she wants, however, she can separate fiction from reality and so far everyone is in agreement that this is the nameless killer work, but, why?
“Who that arm belongs?” Ariel asks in a low tone to herself as Scott Summers is the one dealing with the situation and talking with the distressed owner of the pub. Bless his heart because Scott is more focused on calming the poor lady down (a middle-aged woman who is not taking lightly this case) and didn´t notice one sneaky Ariel looking around as if this is a fine shop and nothing is wrong.
Nothing amiss inside the pub and this is not the type of pub bad elements would gather and it does not seem to fit with the nameless´s killer pattern. “Hey” Scott finally notices Kitty and the woman is sharp to say her profession and point out a few pieces of information. Scott thank her by letting her go and not have to deal with his boss (who is a big advocate of women being in the kitchen silent and making food for the man or just being silent)
“So...why every time there´s a murder I always found you?” Dr Darkholme with his grimace replies as Ariel is outside the pub and was trying to distance herself from the crown, but, once again she meets Dr Darkholme.
The woman only smiles and shurgs knowing full well that such behaviour is not what good women should display in front of men. If Dr Darkholme is not about social rules than Ariel won´t even bother to pretend she cares.
“Well, I could ask the same thing about you, Dr Darkholme” she replies back smoothly and has a few suspicious about the man, as always. “Are you here to finish any Christmas shopping?”
The man gets sour and his grimace remains and before he could go into a rant about how God is dead and Ariel did witness one of those in the past she put her finger on his lips kindly and whisper back. “There are children here...short answers, my good Dr”
Dr Darkholme sighs and as Ariel´s finger leaves his lips the man spoke calmly as he can. “My sister likes Christmas and the family will celebrate together...I´m finishing some shopping, yes” and concludes.
“Good, no need to go into a rant about God is dead, and...you think this is the nameless´s work?” she asked calmly waiting for his answer and looking at his face and like always Dr Darkholme is a man hard to read (but not impossible)
“You think it was he?”
“No, not really, the arm is from a fat man” for some reason his smile gets a bit dark and sinister at this mention “and I reconize the tattoo, it was old Peter...he used to sleep with Monica, yes, Steven´s wife...” she bites her lips and watches his gaze and there´s a bizarre and macabre fascination by such revelation.
“You think Steven would kill Peter like that?”
“I don´t accuse without proof and I may be wrong, but, only Peter had that tattoo...and hey, no one saw him for 24 hours...and if the body is indeed Peter´s...Steven could be a suspect” she concludes and Dr Darkholme now sighs.
“You´ll do something in regards to this case?”
“You know me very well Dr Darkholme”
“I know you´re Jewish and you want to celebrate your holidays...but if you have time my family is doing a Christmas party” he is not happy with that word “and you´re invited if you want” now this part is genuine.
“I can celebrate Hannukah and Christmas too, will stay at the synagogue but later if your family is not opposed I can go to the party”
“We won´t mind and no one in that house will sing Christmas carol”
“Speak like that and I´ll call you Scrooge”
“Who is Scrooge?”
“Is settle, you´re Scrooge”