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A mostly quiet building.
There are dogs waiting for their owners, current or future or former, and an examination room, and a wooden counter between the office proper and the waiting room.
It's quiet, now quite a while since sunset.
The only employee is doing inventory.
Derek remains a bit too bristly to be very pettable.
He seems to appreciate it, though.
"Thanks, kobold. We go home."
He gets in the car.
After a fairly short phone call to arrange their bait, it's time for bed.
Yup.
It's been kind of a rough day for Derek. She follows him up to his bedroom: "you want I stay?"
Nod, "okay."
She heads back to the living room and takes a nap and then teleports up to the roof, to listen.
Nope, not unusual at all.
She heads back to her cave when the sun shows signs of rising, and returns a while later with breakfast.
By this time, Derek is awake and appreciative.
"Thank you, kobold. Good sleep?"
"I look as fun to kill as possible, got it. Is that the whole thing, or is it as terrible as anything you've ever come up with."
"The druid I know is designing a trap. The kobold might help with that."
The kobold, who has only sort of been following the discussion since last night, ponders this.
"Bait?" she asks, indicating Vernon.
"Murderer has a pattern. Murderer wants kill this person, not that person. He is the person murderer wants to kill."
She retrieves a piece of paper and a pencil, and draws a series of concentric circles. "You here," she points to the innermost section. "You go here," she indicated the innermost ring, "magic take you here," outside the whole setup. "Murderer go here or here," the outermost ring and the ring next to the one that'll take him out of the trap, "magic take murderer here," the ring between the two of them. "Safe?"
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