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This bit follows directly from last week’s, when Talbot City cop Janet Kyle questioned—with a touch of longsuffering sarcasm—our hero Tom’s claims of self-defense in the pitching of a werewolf out of his detective agency’s fifth-story window, as Tom’s partner Turner was the one who actually competed in the wolftoss event.
Tom doesn’t quite give her a straight answer, but he does (I hope) get his point across.
“I had to call my sister,” I said, meeting her sharp green eyes.
She studied me. Kyle was all human, but she didn’t need enhanced senses to read people. “So, not an upset client,” she said. “Or the husband of one of Turner’s playmates.”
“One time that happened,” he muttered.
“My brother ticked someone off,” I said. “They decided to fire a warning shot at him through me.”
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Turner, I love him.
I have this whole mental backstory about Turner and Tom meeting in Basic: Turner sees a photo of Jackie and makes a comment about her attractiveness, not knowing that she was Tom’s sister (not that it would be any more appropriate if she wasn’t, of course, but it might have disturbed Tom a little less). Despite this, they become friends.
And then they arrive in the Middle East and bad stuff happens (the specifics of which may show up on page someday, so never mind), and Turner finds out in various ungentle ways that Weres exist and his pal Tom is, in fact, a wereduck.
Turner’s reaction to all this, once he’s allowed a brief pause in which to reflect?
“One question.”
“Yeah?”
“Is your sister single?”
Speaking of relevant questions and answers: Did the use of “mutter” in Turner’s dialogue tag bug you? Why? Why not?
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