Chapter 49 Deserters and Investigators

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‘I suspected you would say that,’ Whitehead said, ‘so I requested that he remain until the Aurors have finished with their investigation.’

 

‘Thank you, Healer Whitehead,’ Jamieson said with nod. ‘Where is he?’

 

‘With junior Healer Johnson,’ replied Whitehead.

 

‘Is there anywhere that I can talk to Mr Smith privately?’ asked Jamieson.

 

‘You can talk with him in here. I have to talk to my staff anyway and organise when I can see patients that I should be seeing today over the next few weeks,’ sighed Whitehead.

 

‘I’ll go get him,’ Whitehead said.

 

A couple minutes later a young man dragging his feet entered the Healer’s office looking like he was hoping that the ground would swallow him whole. Jamieson couldn’t really blame the young man who must have been having the worst day. Not when he had already lost his Apprenticeship and was facing the Kiss if he was found guilty of conspiracy to commit Line Theft.

 

‘Mr Smith,’ greeted Jamieson professionally. ‘Please sit down.’ Jamieson waited till the boy was seated, ‘now what can you tell me about last night?’ asked Jamieson.

 

‘It was unusual for me to be the last one there,’ admitted Smith. ‘Healer Whitehead didn’t usually trust me with locking up after myself but he thought I had been working here for over a year so could be trusted to close up correctly. Healer Whitehead had shown me how to set the ward stones several times and watched me as I set them once as well.’

 

‘When was the last time you were shown?’ asked Jamieson.

 

‘Last week,’ Smith said brightly. ‘We had time to spare at the end of the night so Healer Whitehead showed me how to do it.’

 

‘And you set the ward stones?’ asked Jamieson.

 

‘Yes, exactly like I had done before,’ Smith said. ‘I even triple checked that the layout of the wards were exactly as I remembered them. I have no idea why it did not work.’

 

‘What do you think happened?’ asked Jamieson.

 

Smith looked down, ‘I don’t know. I suppose I could have made a mistake.’

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