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Skeletons in Washington Square Park? Intriguing.

"ACHTUNG!" the purple-clad prosecutor barks out, in protest as much as anything else. "That is your definition of "intriguing", is it? I question your sanity, or your grasp of English, possibly, Herr Knochengerüst..."

At least for once they're not our problem?

Come now, my dear Vincent: don't tell me that the promise of upcoming holiday revels has dampened your spirit of adventure.

"I assure you, mein Herr, my interest in the matter is entirely professional."

"Ach, so.... You do-- that is to say, sorry! Sprecken Sie Deutsch? For your-- professional reasons, I gather...?" The young man grimaces slightly, as he reads further down on the article, and discovers that it s NOT any sort of Mass Grave of a Serial Killer affair, but merely-- quite simply,an Archaeological Dig. "Oh!" He laughs a little, before suddenly...

Slamming his fist into the wall behind him, in protest. "Einspruch! You scared me for a moment, there, Herr Knochengerüst! I take it your professional interest involves-- Anthropology, or something of the like? "

"Nur ein bißchen," he replies, "and I'm afraid I'm terribly out of practice." In all actuality, Pendergast is much more comfortable with French or Italian. He considers German to be far too rough a tongue, though his most recent several cases have dropped him in the middle of circumstances in which knowledge and use of the language have been a boon.

He inclines his head as tiny flakes of plaster flutter down from the deepening groove in the wall.

"Of a sort. I have a long leash to explore incidents of a...peculiar nature."

Never. My spirit of adventure is firmly in tact. My tolerance for whackjobs, however? That's running a bit low these days.

In this case, the "whackjobs" in question seem to be doing nothing more than honoring their dead by burying them.

However, the week is young...

Well yes. I didn't mean this particular...

[He nods.] That it is. Plenty of time for dismembered body parts to show up where body parts should not be.

That's the spirit.

So. While we wait for said body parts to emerge, Blondie say anything to you about apartment hunting?

Isabella indicated her intention to co-habitate, yes. [ Pendergast's face is, as usual, inscrutable. ]

And? [Yeah. He's not letting you get away with that. At least not today. He knows you have an opinion and he wants to hear it.]

[ Pendergast returns D'Agosta's expectant stare -- and raised eyebrows -- with an impassive expression. ] And?

And I find it hard to believe you don't have thoughts on this.

Indeed. It does seem rather uncharacteristic of me. [ A pause, then a half smile. ] I apologize, my dear Vincent. I am having fun at your expense. I do, indeed, have several thoughts on the matter; the first and foremost of which is my assertion that, if I had to choose anyone for Isabella to live with, it could only be your son. He is a remarkable young man. He shares many of your best qualities.

[Goddammit, Pendergast, you're going to make him blush.]

Same. Blondie's a great kid. And she's been great for Vinnie. Never seen the kid as happy as he is when he's with her.

And I have rarely seen Isabella take to someone as she has to your son. It is...encouraging.

She's not gonna turn out like the rest of your family. And she is especially not going to turn out like that brother of yours. Vinnie won't let it happen. And neither will we.

[ Pendergast is silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. ] Thank you, Vincent. You are, and always have been, a good friend.

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