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She doesn’t know what to say next. Nor does VickyWarr, she has no appetite either.
As well as the burden of losing her son, VickyWarr now has to contend with consoling her daughter, and coping with no news from her husband. He’s been gone these past 24 hours trying to navigate the murky world of the Worringfolk lowlifes.
Who else can RickyWarr get help from? There is no police force, no civil defence service, just pirates and local mafias. They’re the only people with connections and power.
The only lead that RickyWarr has is LankyLa and can he be trusted? He works with the mob. According to LankyLa, MickeyWarr was press ganged. According to TrickyWarr he might have eloped with Angel. Or could there be another explanation? A dozen other explanations probably!
“Why would Mickey leave home without discussing it in advance?” asks TrickyWarr.
“Mum … why is Worringfolk in such a mess?”
—o—
After TedTalker explains that the thief was a rat, and not an interloper, CandiCrush and BarmyWaffle feel much more at ease. That rules out their worst nightmare.
CandiCrush looks at KristalClear and asks, “pure luck, or intuition?”
“A little bit of both really. I think Tolstoy can claim an ‘assist’ on this one! He was the first one to mention foxes, and he’s the one who cornered the fox. Without that, we’d all still be scratching our heads! When we have a chance, I’ll fill you in on all the details.”
It was another week before they had that chance. Another Wednesday afternoon, at the Innovation lab.
Finally BarmyWaffle and NutJob are able to have a proper meeting. Although the chat is less about innovation and is more about the Garrison, and law and order in general. KristalClear and CandiCrush are delving into the reasons why pirates even exist in the first place.
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