stop second guessing yourself. - hallen
"Ah, but you fail to see this as a deduction technique for what it is, Miss Blone: if you believe yourself infallible, then you've already lost."
At least, that's what he chose to call it for convenience's sake. As a deduction technique, it didn't quite work. As La Mancha directing the Rangers at the vanguard of war? That was vastly different, like the difference between a flood and a small, tepid brook babbling its way through the woods. An old war dog learning how to live like normal people when he was so used to mortar fire and chaos and cosmic catastrophies felt like a joke, the exact sort the Laughter would relish in. Watching the dust take decades to settle as he played at being a detective was fun for THEM, wasn't it?
Ah, whatever. He had a case to crack.
"...Anyway, we've got, uh--" Ashveil spared a swift look at the clock mounted on the wall in Furbobo Weekly's conference room, "fifteen... No, twelve minutes. No biggie, we'll just gun it. Did you manage to find the case file?"