Heiji's eyebrows shot up when Abigail started screaming. He'd had people demand he not touch anything before, but no one had ever cared this much about a total stranger. Which meant, of course, that it was not a total stranger.
Which meant that Abigail had, if not lied, certainly not been telling the whole truth.
He stood. He could hear the sound of sirens in the distance. "You're right, it's not. But I don't think the cops are going to get to the bottom of this one. If the they wanna talk to me -- which I doubt, I work at Cafe Poirot. They should know who I am. 'Scuse me."
He turned his head in the direction that the mugger had fled. The scent was still fairly strong. And as long as he followed it away from the scene, there were no chance of the perpetrator coming back and finding Abigail. That was good enough for him. He headed off to follow the man's trail.
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Which meant that Abigail had, if not lied, certainly not been telling the whole truth.
He stood. He could hear the sound of sirens in the distance. "You're right, it's not. But I don't think the cops are going to get to the bottom of this one. If the they wanna talk to me -- which I doubt, I work at Cafe Poirot. They should know who I am. 'Scuse me."
He turned his head in the direction that the mugger had fled. The scent was still fairly strong. And as long as he followed it away from the scene, there were no chance of the perpetrator coming back and finding Abigail. That was good enough for him. He headed off to follow the man's trail.