Okay, scratch that theory, but luck still might be with him. Daffy had been paying close attention to what Basira was saying. She was one of maybe three people in the department who were sectioned, which meant they might be a bit stretched thin, which meant…
Trying to sound casual, he asked, “Tho…they’ve, what, got you working with no overthight?”
“Basically,” Basira agreed. “I tried arguing that there wasn’t anything obviously paranormal involved in her death, and even the coroner we got in that knows something about Toon anatomy said there was nothing but mundane explanations for her death, but nope. I’ve got a shot up corpse, three boxes of cassette tapes, and Daisy, who’s CID now, so technically she’s in charge, but she’s also the only sectioned detective right now, so she’s overwhelmed. I don’t think either of us has even had a chance to listen to any of the tapes.”
“Interethting. Uh, lithten—” Daffy flicked out a finger and casually shut off the reel to reel recorder, possibly without Basira noticing. “Maybe I could help you.”
Basira raised an eyebrow. “How so?”