Holden, Elliandra, and the cait-sith now calling itself Sable left the tavern and headed straight for the police station. Elliandra spoke to the dwarf at the front desk. Because of her position, she was able to secure a meeting with the station’s captain right away.


    “Captain Wynhart will see you now,” the dwarven officer said. He escorted the trio to the captain’s office, then left to return to his desk.


    The captain was an elf with raven-black hair. He had a cold, piercing gaze that always seemed to put people on edge, yet Holden and Elliandra looked the man in the eyes with confidence. On the other hand, the captain gave Sable the chills.


    Holden and Elliandra each took a seat in the chairs in front of the captain’s desk, while Sable quietly stood between the two of them.


    Elliandra opened the conversation. “Captain Wynhart, thank you for seeing me so quickly.”


    Captain Wynhart nodded. “When the city''s greatest prosecutor says she has something urgent to talk about, it’s probably best that I hear her out.”


    “Thank you, Captain. My colleague, Mr. Holden and I, have come across some troubling evidence that relates to the murder of that tavern owner that occurred this morning.”


    Captain Wynhart raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really now?”


    “Yes Captain. Apparently, the owner was involved in fairy trafficking. We uncovered a hidden passage in the cellar that led us to a room with several cages both large and small. Most of them were small enough to hold a fairy. There were also bowls of what we suspect might be fairy dust scattered throughout the room, too.” She then gestured toward Sable. “We also found this cait-sith who is willing to testify. He was held captive by them as well. Although they were primarily focusing on fairies, it appears they also have other fey, including a pixie and a coin-sith.”


    “Is that right?” Captain Wynhart then stood up so he could look directly at Sable on the other side of his desk. “Is everything they say true?”


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    Sable quivered when he met the captain’s cold stare. “Yes it is. I can personally testify to the authenticity of what they are saying.”


    Captain Wynhart walked over to the window on the wall behind his desk. His office was on the second floor of the station and overlooked the street. He watched people walking to and fro while pondering the information he had just been presented with. “Inspector Valrin was the one assigned to this case. He’s one of my top inspectors. I’ll let him know.” Captain Wynhart looked at Sable once again. “Would you be willing to speak to him? Give him your testimony? I’m sure it’ll go a long way in the investigation.”


    Sable meekly nodded his head.


    “What of the minotaur?” Elliandra asked. “The blame for the tavern owner''s murder fell on him, but he’s innocent.”


    “There isn’t enough evidence to prove that yet. But I give you my word, we will look into this further. Now if you please Miss Elliandra, would you and your associate, Mr. Holden give me and the cait-sith some time to speak alone?”


    “Very well.” Elliandra and Holden then walked out of the captain’s office and left the station all together.


    Holden noticed the fear in Sable’s eyes before they left. He had to admit that Captain Wynhart was frightening. Something about the elf felt off, but Sable had agreed to do this.


    After leaving the police station, Holden and Elliandra returned to the tavern to continue searching the place for more usable evidence to help prove Durik’s innocence. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to find anything.


    “This is a dead end,” Holden said. He stood behind the counter, searching through the bottles of alcohol on the shelves until he spotted one on the top shelf that he liked. After grabbing a couple of shot glasses, he poured himself and Elliandra a drink and the two of them slammed a shot each.


    Elliandra tapped the counter with her finger. “Hit me.” Holden poured her another shot and she drank it down in one gulp. “I think the next step is to request to look at the case files. There isn’t much else we can do without looking at the evidence ourselves.”


    “You’re not even assigned to this case,” Holden said. “I don’t think you can use your position to request the case files.”


    “Then what do you suggest? Any plans rolling around in that head of yours?”


    Holden poured himself another shot and drank it. “I think I’ll head home for the night. You should, too. We’ll start fresh first thing in the morning.” Holden then left the tavern, leaving Elliandra by herself.


    “Could’ve at least offered to walk a lady home. Mr. Holden, you are no gentleman, that’s for sure.” Elliandra then had one more shot before heading home and turning in for the night.