"Well, how the fuck did she get hold of those?" Al says as he follows Xie's gaze, looks over at her. The woman is white - like nearly everyone else in the room, her hair died black and slicked off her face and she's wearing a long black evening gown. She's visually aligned with neither the Dickensian fetishists nor the 'new money' in the crowd, and is clearly trying to forge her own look.
She could be accused of trying too hard with the Morticia look, except she can genuinely pull the look off.
When the bidding stops, and a whisper ripples over the crowd in waves, she looks smug and self satisfied for a second. Until the whispers get louder, and the mood of the crowd turns disapproving and angry.
And somehow, almost like they've come to the conclusion together, the crowd parts: the people in front of Xie step back, into him and Al, as a spaces opens up in the the middle of the hall. At one end is the woman who just placed that bid.
At the other, looking directly at her, are Tony Costain and Lisa Ross.
The Detective Sergeant lifts his hand, jabs two fingers at his own eyes, and then points firmly at her.
"The pact is in place," Miss Haversham repeats, "but that don't mean that you all can't see who each other is now."
The woman keeps eye contact with Tony, and steps back, cautiously towards the door Then she turns and pushes her way into the crowd, towards the exit.
Lisa turns away, back to the stage, and raises her own voice.
"She withdraws the bid," she says, and no one objects. "I offer an hour's worth of interview time - any questions you want to ask one of the Five of us, and the truth in return."
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Date: 2024-02-02 07:05 pm (UTC)She could be accused of trying too hard with the Morticia look, except she can genuinely pull the look off.
When the bidding stops, and a whisper ripples over the crowd in waves, she looks smug and self satisfied for a second. Until the whispers get louder, and the mood of the crowd turns disapproving and angry.
And somehow, almost like they've come to the conclusion together, the crowd parts: the people in front of Xie step back, into him and Al, as a spaces opens up in the the middle of the hall. At one end is the woman who just placed that bid.
At the other, looking directly at her, are Tony Costain and Lisa Ross.
The Detective Sergeant lifts his hand, jabs two fingers at his own eyes, and then points firmly at her.
"The pact is in place," Miss Haversham repeats, "but that don't mean that you all can't see who each other is now."
The woman keeps eye contact with Tony, and steps back, cautiously towards the door Then she turns and pushes her way into the crowd, towards the exit.
Lisa turns away, back to the stage, and raises her own voice.
"She withdraws the bid," she says, and no one objects. "I offer an hour's worth of interview time - any questions you want to ask one of the Five of us, and the truth in return."