beckersavage:
“On the fly?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow in Boothe’s direction. A part of him would have been half-amused to see what kind of on the fly investigation his partner thought was appropriate for this kind of case, but the larger part of him knew that this could be a matter of life and death. Poisoned potions weren’t the same caliber of case that he knew Boothe had become accustomed to dealing with.
So he shook his head, slipping his telekit into his pocket and wondering why Boothe had even agreed to taking this case in the first place.
“The first thing we need is a record of everyone who has purchased potions that include the allegedly poisoned ingredient, from the owner, so we can start contacting anyone who might still have one. See if we can connect any other incidents to this batch of ingredients, and if so, warn them of the danger at hand.”
“Well, that sounds absolutely thrilling,” Ellis deadpans, sighing as he looks at the front door of the establishment. “But sure. I’ll bet they have to have some kind of receipt book, or something to clue us into who all may have bought some spiked love potion.”
Figuring there wasn’t much else for the two of them to do outside besides squabble some more, Ellis shoves open the door to the apothecary, the small bell above the door jingling to signal anyone inside of their arrival.
“You do all the talkin’, yeah?” he mutters to Becker, as he hears the telltale sounds of someone stepping out behind a beaded curtain. “I’ll poke around, see if I can find anything while you do.” Eyes wandering around the small shop there a dozen things he could probably pocket without too much notice. He holds back those thoughts though, not until they had a better idea just what could be poisoned.
“May I help you?” a voice calls out from the front, and only moments later is followed by a witch. “You must be the aurors, yes? Well, just like I told the other aurors, there’s no bother wasting your time here, Mikhailov is the one you should be talking too, not me.”
