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birthright_rpg2014-03-10 09:51 pm
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Coming to Terms
Perhaps things had been going too well.
The bonding process with Valerie was still a work in progress, but the building blocks had been established. Her students were responding well in her classes. She was writing a new paper to be published, on the class system of the Victorian age. So a little bump in the road should have been expected.
What a bump in the road it was, though.
She and Rhiannon had agreed to meet in a neutral spot at one o'clock on Monday afternoon. The weather was warming up as spring approached, the days lengthening as Daylight Savings Time went into effect. Julianna had seated herself on a wooden bench where the Slayer could find her, where they wouldn't be overheard. She was composed, a little removed.
Duncan Neely's death had actually made the Las Vegas papers, and it was suspected to be a break-in gone horribly wrong. That was no longer Julianna's primary concern. If what she suspected was correct, it was really no more than he deserved. She didn't - couldn't - condone murder, but she was pragmatic enough to know that history had a way of repeating itself. With Duncan permanently taken care of, no other innocent girls could be exploited for the purpose of lining his pockets.
If the other girl was still alive, Rhiannon would know of it. The living should be focused on now, not the deserving dead.
The bonding process with Valerie was still a work in progress, but the building blocks had been established. Her students were responding well in her classes. She was writing a new paper to be published, on the class system of the Victorian age. So a little bump in the road should have been expected.
What a bump in the road it was, though.
She and Rhiannon had agreed to meet in a neutral spot at one o'clock on Monday afternoon. The weather was warming up as spring approached, the days lengthening as Daylight Savings Time went into effect. Julianna had seated herself on a wooden bench where the Slayer could find her, where they wouldn't be overheard. She was composed, a little removed.
Duncan Neely's death had actually made the Las Vegas papers, and it was suspected to be a break-in gone horribly wrong. That was no longer Julianna's primary concern. If what she suspected was correct, it was really no more than he deserved. She didn't - couldn't - condone murder, but she was pragmatic enough to know that history had a way of repeating itself. With Duncan permanently taken care of, no other innocent girls could be exploited for the purpose of lining his pockets.
If the other girl was still alive, Rhiannon would know of it. The living should be focused on now, not the deserving dead.
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Was that the first time she'd used the brunette's given name since they'd met? Julianna couldn't remember. She watched the Slayer's retreating form for a minute, then rose from the bench and headed towards the lot where she'd left her car.
Illana Romano. Italian? Perhaps she'd contact someone in local law enforcement and discreetly inquire about the girl. Or perhaps she'd let the matter lie, along with Duncan's corpse. If there was a hell, she hoped he was in it.