Liquid rush

Section 105 is struggling to verbalise

“When did you last see him Jean Luc?”

“I was careless enough to take a ranting call from Tarkey; Émile was listening in from the kitchen.”

“When?”

“Last night Vernon.”

Though painfully obvious the sentiment needed expressing. “Jean Luc this is tragic. Is there anything I can do?”

Now that Jean Luc had faced up to the worst of it, the liquid rush of vocabulary was drying up. It was as if the incidental complexities he offered initially represented the dubious sludge at the bottom of a reservoir that has been dredged to recover a body. The technicalities and subsequent emotions were both now running dry.

The rush of technical jargon was clearly Jean Luc's safety valve in operation. The vocabulary was beginning now to dry up however.

The rush of technical jargon was clearly Jean Luc’s safety valve in operation. The vocabulary was beginning now to dry up however.

“I doubt it.” sighed Jean Luc, “I’ve let the police know. Ari is beside herself with worry. Émile’s got the money you gave him and as you know he’s a canny sod.”

“I have to ask this Jean Luc; do you think he did it?”

No measurable hesitation was evident. “He’s arrogant and self-assured, and he’s technically capable Vernon, but I don’t think he did

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