“The House of Bacchus,” detective Otokar asked in disbelief as he stared at the old wooden bar that had a painting of the goddess Isis over the door.
Iseult quirked a fiery eyebrow in response.
“Do you realize the type of people that frequent this bar,” detective Otokar tried again. This time urgency colored the disbelief in his voice.
Iseult gave a loud, disgruntled sigh before responding sarcastically, “People with more manners than you.
“Now will you please shut up and follow me,” Iseult finished in exasperation.
“If I go in there, I won’t come back out,” detective Otokar insisted.
Iseult rolled her purple eyes and quietly insisted, “The only reason you won’t come out in one piece, is if you keep running your mouth.
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