Oh, come now! Your choices aren't so poor, [Javert huffs, his knuckles rapping against the desk. He hops off, standing up straight and tall and fruitlessly smoothing the curled, tattered hems of his collar.] I would have turned you out by now, sent you packing, otherwise.

[He smiles tersely.]

But I think you don't come out with your twenty-foot berserker quite enough. That might spare you from a good portion of your messes, you know.

[He crosses to the cabinet and pulls out the files from the Iskall Resort affair, gingerly placing them on the desk in front of Peace.]

I need you to place some calls with the Bavan City police about their files on Eriksen. Then, you must keep an ear open for a Doctor Gabriel Morgenstern. I am having him take a look at the creature-scrap samples I scraped out of the mountains. Can you manage?