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Oct 30, 2024 19:43:07 GMT -6
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That was fine. He could call the emts over and have them look at her. It was sensible. She would have done the same. Just not for her while she was working. Handling criminals was too important to let a silly little thing like head trauma get in the way. It made sense to her, the one who'd been hit in the head. So why couldn't he see it, if it was that obvious?
He would like to press charges. Good. So would she. The judge was going to throw the book at the duo. Amelia could already count the charges on two hands. Or was she just seeing double?
"Alright. Let's sit down for a minute while I get your statement." Amelia found a comfortable wall to lean against, and magically produced pen and paper from a pocket. He answered her questions. She had the father and the vendor answer questions, too. Eventually, police and an ambulance arrived.
"Alright," she looked to Artair. He'd given a name. Hopefully, it wasn't a fake one. That made things so much harder when people weren't in trouble. "I've got what I need." She waved a hand at an EMT for him, just so he knew she was keeping her word. "Someone might contact you in a few days, if we need anything further. But for now, I've got a doctor to talk to and you are free to go."
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