"Everyone hit by the rafter is hurt, the floor had a quick meeting with the mayor's head and he had a conncussion but that's the worst of it.He's pretty stuborn so he'll recover."Said the paramedic
"Good to know."Libra said."Nick, time to go home."
"A'right lets go."He answered.
On the way back to the bookstore, Nick started asking questions."Was there really sawdust in the punch?"
"No, whoever did this planned it well, this was in the beam."She pulled a sliver of something shiny out of the sleeve of her glove.
Nick glanced over at the shard."Looks like glass."
"It's some kind of salt crystal, somone used a corrosive on the beam, it had been cut most of the way before-hand, I think."Libra mumbled.
"But who would-"Nick started
"Not sure Nick, but I'll tell you when I do."
Chapter 26 End
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