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Osric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer - XVIOsric Fingerbone and the Boy Murderer - XVI by Autumn-Hills
the private rooms of the Crucible
Edward watched Osric shake hands with the man that stood at the bar, partly so as to avoid looking at Sara. Osric’s contact was shorter than him, with close-cropped fair hair and a neat, unfussy moustache. He was dressed in a plain grey suit with tails, distinguished only by a red cravat.
‘I’m sorry I upset you,’ Sara said.
‘You’ve already apologised, you don’t need to again. But thank you.’
The server approached, giving them both a smile as she set down the small-beers. Sara smiled back until the woman left.
‘Osric really cuts down to the bone, doesn’t he?’ Edward smiled at the pithy phrase.
‘Yes, he’s good with sharp edges.’
‘See, that’s why I misjudged you. You’re sharp too. I know from listening to him and Mister Philpot, about how you escaped from the Undercity, killing that Secutor and all. I didn’t think—I thought