Nycaria smiled, but it didn't meet her eyes. "Thirty years," she said, accenting her words with a jab of her cigar through the air, "Is a long time outside of the Imperium. What time you do claim to have spent here, how I know any of that's true? I can't exactly contact Minister Nikolas. And if...
Her mouth split into a wolfish grin at that. "Well shucks, Dwaveree, I wasn't especting you to sound like that. What an adorable accent you have."
She shook ash from her cigar with a flick of her finger. "Yeah." she said. "I am looking for good people. Good detectives. It's a new, changing...
It was a huge, dark space, stretching on and on seemingly forever besides for a single space lit up as an orange rectangle in the darkness, twenty paces directly across from the backdoor.
This rectangle contained a long, patchy sofa, an armchair and a wicker chair in the Baroque style, a...