Paul walks on. He sees a few walkers on the path, but no one that strikes him as being daemonic or out of place. Still it gives him a chance to ask round about any strange events. Admittedly most people looks at him as if he is insane, and elicit “What’s normal’?” responses but there are a few little niggles that he notes and records.
As he turns to start along another path he realises there is a static figure waiting for him.
Rae drops the cigarette and stands up.
“Waiting long?” He asks, trying to keep his voice light, uncertain of her current mood.
“When were you going to tell me?” She asks.
Paul pauses, trying to decided which of the many things he hasn’t told her yet  that she might be referring too this time.  Eventually he decides on “Clue?”
She starts to walk with him.
“Silas. And this girl Amy.” She prompts.
He looks at her confused. “You mean the murder.”
She pauses looking at him, suddenly aware of the fact that she knows something that he doesn’t. “You didn’t spot the family resemblance?”
The looks on his face makes it clear he did not.
“Oh.” She starts walking again.
“Ok spit it out.” Paul lengthens his stride to catch up.
“Amy was Bulmäs. She virtually said as much when she described how she had escaped her attacker.”
“Yeah. And.”
“Amy was human and Bulmäs.” She hints again.
“Oh.” Paul suddenly realises the connection.
“You only really get them in one place.”
“Do you think Silas knows?”
“Well dad will have worked it out in a shot. It all depends on if he told him or if he kept it to himself.”
“What do you think.”
She stops and looks at him.
“Honestly?” She looks out into the distance briefly, almost as if she expects to read the answer in the buildings around them. ”He told him. There is something between those two and I am damn certain I don’t want to know what it is.” She starts walking again. “Besides it’s another clue isn’t it, and right now he’ll be shuffling clues looking for the missing piece.”
“Well as much as I hate to admit this is a waste of time…” Paul admits. “I don’t think there is anything I’m going to find here.”
“No you’re not.” Rae tells him with a firm conviction in her voice. “That’s why I came to get you.”
“Thank you.” Paul responds.
“Coming home?”
“Not until I’ve solved this.” He states.
She shrugs, obviously a little upset.
He smiles and puts his arm round her. “I’ll make it up to you. We’ll leave the twins with Gen and Kendrick and go out.”
She smiles at him, a little sadly. “Ok.” Then she turns and walks back down the path.

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Paul catches up with Prydan as he comes down off the wall at Bridge gate.
“Any luck?” Prydan asks hopefully.
“I see no Daemons here.” Paul replies. “You?”
“Lots of blanks, which strangely enough is a bigger clue than finding something.”
“Ah well lets see what tweedle dum and tweedle dummer have come up with.” Paul grins and pushes open the door.

The paper notes have made it off the table and on to the walls and floor. There are noticeable gabs in the lay out.
Aaron looks up at Paul.
“Caester paths?” He interrogates.
“Nothing Daemonic.” Paul replies.
Aaron gives him an ‘I told you so’ look.
“However.” Paul cuts him short I did find a close path that has been unblocked.” He sketches out an over view of the path on a map of caster stilly lying on the table. “Here.” He pointed out the exact site. “And I got a hint of an Elf warden that there has been an undocumented entry to his world around 24 hours ago.”
“Entry or exit?”
“Entry.” He states firmly. “The guy was very sure. Some one came in via Caester and left through a St Martins gate having knocked out the guard. He was rather upset about it.”
“Might not be related but it’s worth knowing.”
“Ok to support my case. Guess where the unblocked path leads to and from.”
“Here and there?” Silas offers.
Paul grins.
“Ok” Prydan starts. I have lots of blanks. St Peters is a silent order so she didn’t talk to any one. Apparently she left there after some pioneer visited the nuns. However there is no record of a pioneer coming into Caester, or any record of her or our victim leaving. And I am so going to petition the council for a better search system for the records.”
“Won’t happen” Aaron states. “They are there to record events not so you can look them up.” He looks up from the paper he scribbled the notes down on and then reaches over to the wall to attach them in place.
“So what have we got.” Silas asks.
Aaron gets up and walks round the desk. All four of them stare at the mass of paper work.
“A desperate need for a interior designer?”  Paul quips.
“Not and live.” Aaron responds.
“We have a woman.” Prydan starts
“Female human Bulmäs.” Aaron corrects
“My great, great, great, great, great, great, grand daughter or something.” Silas points out.
Prydan looks at him. “Really.”
“Apparently.” Silas confirms.
“Congratulations. Or commiserations or what ever.” Paul offers
“That’s ok.” Silas responds.
“Tell you what I’ll baby sit yours if you baby sit mine.” Paul suggests
“Fuck off.”
“You’ve been talking to Rae too much, they are not that bad really.”
“Who was killed by a daemon.” Aaron continues loudly trying to get them back on track.
“Yes sorry.” Silas apologies.
“And then dumped in Caester on the path to Silas’s home reality.” Paul continues.
“Back up.” Prydan says. “We have a woman who came into Caester into the protection of St Peters after fleeing her own reality.”
“By pulling herself out of it by pure force of will because some one….” Silas continues
“Another woman” Aaron observes
“… wanted to kill her.”  Silas finishes.
“She then met some one In St Peters.” Prydan continues, “but who she didn’t talk to because St Peters is a silent order.”
“How silent?” Paul asks.
“What?” Prydan looks confused.
“Is it just the out loud thing or do they include telepathy and stuff?”  Paul asks.
“I… have… no… idea.” Prydan confesses.
“Completely silent.” Aaron informs them. “No voice, no telepathy. Nothing. The women in St peters only come together to eat and for moments of mediation on the nature of the Goddess. The theory is that one day they will be able to see the truth of her creation and then guide all others to her perfection.”
The other three look at him surprised he knows so much.
He shrugs. “It’s a Wyrd thing.”
“Well I’d suppose you’d know then but, do they check?” Paul asks.
Aaron looks at him as if it’s a stupid question. “They are a very devout order. And they expect all to conform.”
“But do they check?”
Aaron rubs his eyes. “Yes Paul they check. It is impossible to communicate with any other person with in the chambers of St Peters if you are female and men are not allowed in. It’s a Gaes thing.”
“Ok then.”
“So just seeing this person was enough to scare her so much she left?” Silas asks.
“Looks that way. And then she vanishes.” Prydan stays. “There is no trace of her leaving Caester. Or for that matter this pioneer that spooked her so much arriving or leaving.”
“And then she turns up dead having been daemoned.” Paul
“But not by any daemon that could get into the walls.” Silas states.
“Can we add the fact that our murderer doesn’t like Silas to the list?” Paul asks.
“We did.” Silas replies darkly, gesturing to a long list next to the window. Most of the names have been crossed out, but Paul can’t help noting that Rae’s name still appears on it.
“Really?”
“We were assuming that at some point I would.”
“Honestly.” Paul picks up the pen and cross it off. “Take it from some one who knows. She will be way more direct than this.”
Silas looks over the list again. ”Actually I’m not convinced this will help much. I mean it’s perfectly possible this is some one I haven’t even met yet, especially if they are hunting out my deep descendants.”
“Ok lets leave these on the maybe useful pile then.”

“So suppositions gentlemen.” Aaron asks.
“The pioneer grabs her once she is out side St Peters. Some how accesses Caester’s paths with out going near the gates.” Prydan offers.
“Is that possible?” Silas asks
“It is if you are determined enough.” Paul confirms. “After all, you only have to get on the walls and walk round, you can start from anywhere.” He shuffles as he revels his guilty secret “There are a number of places you can climb onto the walls if you really want to, and you know the timings of the guards patrols.”
“There are days when I feel security in this place is just a sick joke.” Prydan complains.
“It’s designed to stop things getting in , not getting out.” Aaron reminds him. “Still may be a refresher course might be in order. Once we’ve cracked this one.”
“So our murderer gets out of Caester without being observed at any of the gates.” Prydan continues refocusing himself on the task at hand.
“Or.” Silas gestures to the data for the Elf warden. “Leaves here knocking out the guard.”
“Feeds her to a daemon. Then brings back the body.”  Paul adds.
“Again with out being observed.”  Prydan points out.
“And dumps it whilst walking the path to home.” Silas states
“Or possibly on the way back from there back into Caester.” Aaron offers.

They stop looking at the mass of papers.
“Least ways that the Holmes approach.” Silas explains.
“Ok lets disprove that one and then see what we have left.” Aaron concludes

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