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Sadjic smiled, an expression that conveyed no warmth for all the perfect ivory teeth he showed. With a roll of his wrist he made a gesture to the car, that was both courtly and theatrical.

“I would be pleased to provide you with a ride,” he said in his oily, too smooth voice. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his immaculate and doubtlessly expensive Italian shoes. The door to the car opened and a man in a neat black suit stepped out and opened the door for Othen, waiting for the gargoyle to take his seat before moving around and opening the other door for Sadjic who gracefully took his own place, crossing a leg to his calf and leaning back into the corner as though lounging at a cafe. 

“As for your question about finger pointing,” Sadjic said, returning to the previous thread of the conversation, “I don’t think any will land on me no.” The car pulled away from the overgrown park jouncing over the decayed roadway for all the drivers attempt to be careful.

“I didn’t do it and it isn’t worth anyone's time to pretend like I did,” he said with a secret smile.

“I know where too many bodies are buried you see,” he explained as the car made a gentle turn onto one of the major roads. Although Sadjic hadn't asked where Othen was headed, they were clearly on their way to the gargoyles domicile. 

“But you… well who knows. You were, afterall sighted near the scene of the crime as the Americans say.” He held up a hand as though forstealling a response.

“And no, not just by me. Still, I hope that you have alibi that no one can question. That won’t be a problem I trust,” Sadjic went on, his eyes suddenly growing considerably more intent.

“Afterall, its not as though you can teleport from one place to another now is it?”