The elder prosecutor's only response to Franziska's insolent remark was the cold, austere look in his eyes. As he listened to her explanation, he pondered on how many times during the past two days that she had shown disrespect towards him. Though his facial expression did not display it, this troubled him; clearly, his daughter was slipping away from the tight control he held over her. How did this happen?!

"Indeed," he finally spoke, his controlled voice bearing a hint of irritation. "It is unwise to tarry here. We have no time to waste." True enough; he wanted to take care of this unpleasantness as quickly as possible. "I will lead the way. Follow me, Franziska." Briskly, he walked to the intersection. Making sure that his daughter was right behind him, he turned the corner to his left.

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