The detective gets a little more information about the job and some simple instructions to follow.
The dwarf raised his eyes to the ceiling, took in the crack in the plaster, and then, with a sigh, lowered them onto Herbert. “I want to leave a package with you,” he said briskly. “It’s important you look after it. But you must not open it. Just keep it here and keep it safe.”
Can you see the same pattern in these examples?
More agitated shuffling and hand twitching, an impatient pause and, finally, an exasperated cry. “IT’SAFREAKINGALIENOKAY!!!” she yelled. “Look at the disc. Investigate… whatever it is you people do… deal. Just get it out of my life, okay?”
He looked me up and down, like he was having second thoughts, then sighed and pulled a gold phone from his pocket, tapped it twice, showed me the screen. It was playing video of last week’s bingo game, a grainy close-up on the numbered balls spinning around in the tumbler. “I need you to look into something for me,” he said again, slowly, like I was a bit of a baby. “You need to be discrete. But tough. You need to be willing to get to the bottom of this thing, even if it means taking a few punches.”
