(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Ah, what now?" I recognized that thick, curling brogue, the sharp sneer of
those black-red lips.
I gawked. "You're Annah? I met you in the Hive - outside the Mortuary! You
pointed me down an alley that was swarming with thugs!"
The girl ignored me and turned to Pharod. "What's this about, then? I'm not
playing the leash-pull with this scarred dog, so I'm not. Get one of your
other gullies to do it."
"Do you know how many stab wounds I took?!"
"Annah, rose of my eye - have I not taught you to respect the dead?" A thin
smile wormed across Pharod's face, and he made a slight bow towards me.
"This resourceful corpse needs to know where you found him."
"Eh? What are yeh on about?" She squinted at me. "'Ee's not a deader."
"Ah! Yes, my mistake..." Pharod nodded, then his voice dropped
dangerously. "Yet, my darlin' Annah, that still makes it YOUR mistake... for
this one only had one foot in the dead book when you brought him to me."
He tapped his crutch against the flagstones with a light tap. "He woke up,
sought me out - MOST embarrassing."
"So?" Annah glanced at me, then shrugged. "He shouldn't be playing deader
on the Hive while I'm about, or he'll wake up in a Dustie's arms, he will."
A muscle at the corner of my eye twitched as they talked over me, "Maybe
you could have CHECKED to see if I was alive before dumping me off there,"
I growled.
"Oh, aye, and maybe YEH should have been more careful an' maybe yeh
wouldn't have been lying face-down n' stone-still on the alley cobbles like a
deader, aye?!"
I worked my jaw, trying to knead out that frustration. Waving my hands I
dismissed it. Anger never solved anything, "Enough of this - where did you
find my body?"
"Show him where you found his body, Annah." Pharod tapped his crutch
again for emphasis. "Take him to the haunted alley." Pharod studied Annah
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