"Cleaner, is it?" Cian said. "My mistake, I was under the impression that murder was usually messy." He knew it better than most. "Among the dregs," he continued with a humorless smirk, "there is some concern." The first victim had been an unknown to him, but he had been acquainted with Geralt. A foolhardy idiot with all the sense of your average rabbit, but he hadn't been a weakling, either. The council was worried about the sewers. He mostly worried that if this continued, people would stop going out at night and cut into his profits. He had seen no discernible effect yet, but two bodies were still considered a coincidence.
By idiots.
"Apparently," he replied to the inquiry regarding the officer. "If she's suddenly ready to sell out home and country for my sake, no one's bothered to inform me." He thought of her indignation on the network, couldn't help a chuckle. "You know her, I take it? I barely do."