Adam Drake - Blackout

Fairfax was quiet so I simply jumped into questioning. “May I ask your names, please?” I said.

The man spoke. “I’m Malwin Amata and this here is my sister, Gescha.”

“And you found this man this morning, correct?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“And what was your business down here at the river at such an early hour?”

Malwin looked a little flustered at the question. “Well, our business here is our own, ain’t it? What business is that of yours?”

“Malwin, be polite with the lady,” Gescha said.

Her brother crossed his arms and curled a lip. “I already spoke to that other constable over there. Why don’t you go get what I said from him, eh?”

I kept my expression neutral but inwardly I sighed.

Fairfax leaned in and said, “Just answer the questions, now. You don’t want any troubles.”

Gescha punched her brother in the shoulder. “We want to talk, right?” she said to him and he scowled.

I tried a different tactic. “We want to clear you as a suspect so you folks can be on your way.”

This had the desired effect. Malwin uncrossed his arms and his scowl vanished.

“Suspect?” he said with alarm. “We ain’t no suspects, just found him is all. We had no hand in whatever it was that happened to him.”

I gave him a slight smile. “And what were you two doing here?”

Malwin scratched his stubbly chin. “Looking for things that wash up along the riverside. Bits and pieces of things. Something to sell. You never know what the river gives up on occasion. Especially for someone who’s hard on his luck.”

From the state of these two I knew his reason was most likely plausible. Hard times abound. But it had always been that way. People were forced to do anything to make a few copper bits. Scavenging was the most common.

“What happened when you found him?” I said.

Malwin blinked wide eyed a few times as if trying to manifest the event from his memory. “We were following the river from the Hearts district since about four this morning. Didn’t find anything worth our time and effort. So, if nothing is found at one part of it, you gotta keep walking along until you do. Took some two hours before we ended up here. I was telling Gescha that maybe we should just turn back or we’ll be stuck out in the woods at night fall.”

“He gives up so easily,” Gescha said.

Malwin glared at her. “Do not!”

Gescha frowned shaking her head, then said, “Put a drink in his hand and he’ll be in the cups all day and night. But try to make him earn the money for those drinks, even for a little while, and he collapses like wet parchment.”

“That’s not true at all, and you know it!”

I interjected before things got out of hand. “So what time was it when you arrived at this bridge.”

“Probably six, I’d say. Not much later than that.”

“And what happened?”

Again, Malwin’s eyes fluttered. “We found him is what happened. Under the bridge there. At first I thought it was a bandit skulking in the shadows looking to rob fine folks, such as ourselves. I called out to him not to try anything funny or he’d regret it!”

“No you didn’t,” Gescha said. “You told me to go and look under the bridge. See who was there. Brave man that you are.”

Quick to cut off Malwin’s anger I asked, “Was there anyone else around, besides you two?”

“Nah,” Malwin said. “No one. Just us two. Strangest thing, ain’t it? Man like that now all stone like. I was telling Gescha here that it could only be great magic which could do that to a person. Didn’t I?”

Gescha nodded. “Great magic. Very special. Thought something as special as a stone man should be noted to the police.”

This was what had me wondering since the moment I saw them. These types of folk did their utmost to avoid authorities.

“Now why did you two feel compelled to report it?”

Gescha regarded me with surprise at the question. “Well, for the reward, of course.”

“Reward?”

“Yeah, reward. There has to be one when a stone man is found.”

I heard Fairfax grinding his teeth.

“There is no reward, Miss Amata. There never was.”

The two of them looked horrified.

“No reward?” Malwin said. “It’s special, ain’t it? You can’t fool me that it isn’t. A stone man has gotta be worth something to someone. Maybe we should sell it.”

Fairfax had reached the end of his rope and said, “There is no reward, and that stone man is not yours to claim.”

“I doubt that,” Malwin said, giving a shrewd look. “We found him. We should be able to keep him. Sell him to the highest bidder. Scavenger’s rights!”

Now I sighed. “When you two found him, you thought you could sell him. But when you tried to move him, to haul him away to one of the black markets, you found he was too heavy. Correct?”

“Well, yeah,” Gescha said.

“And since he was too heavy to move you figured you might get a reward which is why you flagged down a police buggy. Correct?”

“Yeah,” Malwin said. He looked as confused as his sister. They both realized now they could never claim Oswall’s stone body.

I then pulled out the paper with the etching on it and presented to them. “This was on the wall next to the body. Did either of you make this?”

They both looked at it, bewildered.

“No, we didn’t,” Gescha said. “What’s that supposed to be anyway? A fish?”

“Nah, it’s a dog,” Malwin said. “See the tail there.”

I frowned and put the paper back into my satchel. There was nothing more to ask.

“I would like to thank you for informing us of the stone man,” I said. “The constable has your details and we will be in touch if we have further questions. Good day to you.”

I turned and walked away. Fairfax stepped in front of the siblings before they could say any more, shooing them off.

I found my temper had been rising throughout the conversation. Not a trait a detective should possess if an investigation was to proceed. When did I get this way? I had always been professional during my time at work. But now?

Standing on the embankment and watching the river, I placed my hand into my satchel and caressed the knitting bag. Its texture soothed me.

A constable stood near the underside of the bridge, guarding poor Oswall’s stone corpse. The detective deserved better than this. At least he died by a river. I wondered how I would die and if there would be a river nearby.

Fairfax appeared at my side. “What do you think?”

“Of those two? I think I’d eat my purse if they had the wherewithal to perform greater magic on Oswall, and then be dumb enough to inform the police about it.”

Fairfax chuckled. A pleasant noise. “True. But could they have been involved?”

I shook my head. “They gave me no indication of anything like that. All they really did was sully the crime scene trying to move him. That explains the flattened mud at Oswall’s feet. And good luck having them not mentioning this to anyone. They’re off to spread the word of their grand discovery.”

“Doubt anyone would believe them. Anyways, we can now cross off our only prime suspects,” he said with mild humor.

I looked at him. Intelligent and duty bound he would solve this case on his own and without an old woman’s aid.

Might as well get this over with. I cleared my throat. “My assessment, Constable, is that this case is dangerous. Too dangerous, to be honest. Someone is out there right now with the ability to turn people to stone. A horrible magic if I ever heard of one. And catching the culprit will be very risky.”

Fairfax frowned.

I continued, ignoring his disappointment. “I would start with whatever is on his desk at the moment. That might give you a lead or two. But I believe you will find additional support is required.”