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[neptune_noir]

Keith wasn't that used to patrolling in the rain. For one thing, there was the California factor; for another, cars. Still, he was coping, mainly by thinking of himself as a gumshoe. Coat pulled up to protect his neck, dark and stormy beat, it was almost refreshing. Days and days of sun-drenched idyll would do that to a man

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[sir_samuel]

The rain reminded Vimes of home, just a little. The pattering on trees was wrong, as was the freshness in the air that would have been killed by his hometown's fumes in seconds flat. But that ever-present dampness was a little slice of Ankh-Morpork.

Unfortunately, the comparison wasn't particularly appreciated, not with the disappearances piling around him. You're still here, they mocked. You're stuck here in this creepy not-Morpork rain.

Work was always a distraction. Coppering was Coppering no matter where you were. Vimes was shuffling papers as he came into the office. "Mr. Mars, you've got damned good timing," he said as he saw him there. "I was just gonna have to go looking for you."

[neptune_noir]

"It's a gift," Keith said, looking up from his paperwork. "In this weather? What's up, boss?"

[sir_samuel]

"Congratulations," Vimes said dryly. He sat down behind the desk and nodded to the other chair. "Take a seat. There's something I've been meaning to ask you."

[neptune_noir]

"If it's the key to my luxurious locks, that's a trade secret," Keith said, taking a seat before leaning forward, joking demeanour gone and entirely serious. "Shoot."