AT:M2P 38

"The streets are full of Reserve and Service vans," Sirra pointed out. "We may evacuate before the week's out!"

Tentin groaned, unsure where he'd stay without a hotel and loathe to return to Belka early. They continued to compare their notes from the day before, attempting to make sense of moving caskets and hearses and hallways, and why one of the drivers had tried to run Sirra down in the street.

The involvement of the nurses made Tentin think the man's missing weight in sapphires were in the second casket, but it made no sense to bring it to the funeral, for a switch that didn't need to take place.

"I didn't like the viewing," Sirra remarked pensively. "I felt...observed. I know he's dead, but still. Odd."

"We'll sort it at the burial party," Tentin said. "I can be a reporter there, right?"