Still, enough of them—Brokov, Drakanis, and Parker, at least—were of the opinion that his death, crazy though it might seem, had not been mere chance and was, in its way, tied to a case, and may possibly even be some twisted sort of murder. The others might have looked at them oddly if they had shared such thoughts out loud, but the fallen Captain Morrigan he would be, regardless of the circumstances. The mood in Woody’s was somber, quite unlike the standard post-lunchtime goings on in the place. The usual decorations, dozens of dancing figures and neon-lit sticks, had been removed for the day, leaving only a photo montage that had been arranged by the late captain’s widow to break up the drab wood walls. The jukebox, most often found pumping out the overly gleeful tunes of the mid-eighties, had been unplugged, leaving the room silent except for soft whispers and the clinking of glasses. Even the smell of beer and fried onions, normally so pungent a gas mask was recommended for first-time visitors, seemed muted out of grief and respect.
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