Dorothy was visibly disconcerted for a moment.
"Yes, it's been rather more effective than the legislation against common bawdy houses. All those delicious young strumpets, spitted like suckling pigs."
"Ah, yes, Dr. Grubensthal informed me you had newspaper priviledges."
Her eyes flitted over the cell: a simple cot, toilet, a few leatherbound books: Joyce, Nietsche, Sade, one or two others, a few odds and ends on a rudimentary shelf, and several charcoal portraits of a blonde woman adorning the wall, along with a 16th century woodcut of a human disection.
Judy smiled arrogantly, her eyes feeling into Dorothy's. Grubensthal had left after making sure Dorothy had got to the right cell. Alone in the institional corridor, Dorothy looked back at her. The muttering of Annie "the axe" in the next cell over carried in the stillness.
"We're co-operating with the British Police to capture him. We're questioning similar offenders..."
"..and you've got nothing so far so you've come to me," finished Judy.

What do you do now?

	Dorothy looks down for a moment.
	"The investigation remains in progress, Miss Adams."

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