The Detective Six
Several weeks ago.
He was onto something. He could feel it in his bones.
Visiting the Eden-Powell Academy was more of a whim than anything. The only clue leading him here was a vague mention from a source whose reliability he questioned.
That same source was in prison now. After their little discussion, he had informed the local chief of police of his potential involvement in the murder and the local police had picked him up. Mallory had asked that his own name and involvement be kept out of it.
Whatever they had to gain from the man in a proper interrogation might not be worth burning his own reputation in the city, not amongst the less savory sorts.
It... irked him, but the young man had been guilty of more than one crime, and in the end they might learn more from him once the police’s interrogation team was done. So far, however, they’d mostly learned a few things about the local union.
Ratesco’s Union had celebrated the deaths of those nobles.
That was telling, though... as Mallory had uncovered, the nobles were not without sin. They had been abusing their power for some time, and those murdered in particular were pushing things. Not beyond what was normal for a nobleman, but definitely past what the common folk would find acceptable.
In any case, he took a morning off to visit Eden-Powell. He arrived the day after the school closed for its summer holidays, and it was obvious from the moment he arrived that his presence wasn’t exactly wanted.