When Alcuin had called Hannibal, all he'd managed to get out was a barely coherent address, a hotel and a room number, and "please come" and "help me" and "I don't know what to do" in a jumble
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Hannibal did suspect something when Alcuin spoke to him erratically through the phone. He took some precautions, put some things that might prove useful into the trunk of his car and rushed to the hotel.
He opened the door to the room cautiously, and when he saw the scene before him, quickly entered and locked the door behind him.
With a glance to Alcuin, his first reaction was to rush to the man on the bed. He was a doctor, after all. He took his pulse. There was none.
He took the briefest moment to appreciate the scene. Alcuin had murdered this man. Whether it was self-defence or a planned attack - the result was something to admire.
It was then that he turned to Alcuin, kneeling in front of him. He put a hand on the young man's arm. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked, quietly.
Alcuin was clearly in shock. It took him a moment to be able to speak, and finally he looked at Hannibal, focusing on him and trying to block out everything else. "You asked me to tell you if I found anything, if I was going to move forward... I didn't. I'm sorry. It was stupid. I just... I wasn't even sure that anything would come of it, I just wanted to find out if he knew that we were spies, if he knew that Anafiel had information on him..."
He couldn't bring himself to look at the bed. "It's Edward Pascal." City Councilman, and the clear favorite in the next election for a bigger position. He could have been running the city within a year. "One of the men I've been following. He saw me, didn't realize I was watching him, asked if we could... have a date. It seemed like an opportunity..."
Hannibal nodded carefully. He took the young man's head in his hand, and made eye contact. "I have to ask, Alcuin. Where did the knife come from?" If this was an accident, then where did the knife come from. If this was planned, though, Alcuin might have brought one.
Alcuin's breath came sharply for a moment, as if he was having trouble catching it, but he kept eye contact with Hannibal. "It was his. He has a sexual proclivity for..." He closed his eyes, suddenly dizzy.
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He opened the door to the room cautiously, and when he saw the scene before him, quickly entered and locked the door behind him.
With a glance to Alcuin, his first reaction was to rush to the man on the bed. He was a doctor, after all. He took his pulse. There was none.
He took the briefest moment to appreciate the scene. Alcuin had murdered this man. Whether it was self-defence or a planned attack - the result was something to admire.
It was then that he turned to Alcuin, kneeling in front of him. He put a hand on the young man's arm. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked, quietly.
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He couldn't bring himself to look at the bed. "It's Edward Pascal." City Councilman, and the clear favorite in the next election for a bigger position. He could have been running the city within a year. "One of the men I've been following. He saw me, didn't realize I was watching him, asked if we could... have a date. It seemed like an opportunity..."
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