"Investigation Office got to me first. Autopsy shows she was struck by a speeding carriage," Ross said, since, apparently, they were getting straight to business. His own office was acting as a sort of base for fog-related matters - files were spread across his desk, news clippings, updates and memos and complaint letters. He had a meeting with the head of the Portkey Office in thirty minutes. He had actually gotten an extra five minutes to shave this morning, but sleep was another matter entirely. How had Balt Urquart survived the plague?
"We'll be sending our condolences to the family," Ross added. His assistant was working on it already. "Any leads yet?"
It would be simple enough, to find out which Wellingtonshire families had left on the seventeenth, and which had called carriages. They were using public floo networks. Really, Ross figured, it was a process of elimination.
"We'll be sending our condolences to the family," Ross added. His assistant was working on it already. "Any leads yet?"
It would be simple enough, to find out which Wellingtonshire families had left on the seventeenth, and which had called carriages. They were using public floo networks. Really, Ross figured, it was a process of elimination.