It was an ordinary day when Holly came up to the surface for the first time in months and gave me a new job. I went down to Haven with her immediately after saying goodbye to my family. I might not see them for a long time. She explained why I was needed in the shuttle. The LEP Headquarters had been blown up. The remainder of the LEP wanted me to investigate. What type of bomb was it? Where was it placed? How long had it been there? And most importantly who had placed it there?
As soon as we arrived we took a LEP van to the rubble that was Police Plaza. The rest of the buildings on the street were fine. It must have been a small type of bomb – localized. There was a rabbit hutch out the back. It had collapsed, trapping the rabbit inside, a fire crew was desperately working around it trying to free the little mammal. I turned to Holly. “Why do you have a rabbit at the police headquarters?” I asked.
“What, Flopsy?” she replied.
“It helps victims to calm down and tell us the story straight. Opal loves her.”
I found this strange. Surely torture would work better. I will change that when I become head of the LEP. Anyway on with the investigation. Everyone in the building who had not been injured was resting in a temporary shack hastily built by the fire and rescue crew. I will go in and question them after scouting the area for clues. Using force if necessary. I just wish Butler was here. I’m sure Holly’s a good enough bodyguard but she hasn’t been trained. And she won’t torture people for me.
I had one more question. “Opal is still secure, I’m presuming,” I said.
“Definitely,” reassured Holly. “That was the first thing we checked.”
“Good. This matter is complicated enough without a demented pixie.” I walked around the site.
Flopsy had been rescued and is now, most likely, sitting in the lap of luxury. Way to much fuss over a rabbit.
I go over to the remains of the hutch. I was told the bomb had exploded outside of the building and the force had destroyed it. Which means the bomb must have been placed near the hutch. Actually inside it would be a good place but then surely the rabbit would have died. Outside it would have to be on the ground. There were no dents where it had rested. It couldn’t have been buried as Police Plaza had a 7m thick concrete base.
It began to get dark so Holly brought me back to my hotel. We will question the witnesses tomorrow.