Jack Vettriano Candy and Mr Smith

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Abruptly, and with no sound, a section of parapet slid outwards and dropped.
There was a crash as it hit the roof below and then slid down the tiles. Another pause was punctuated by a distant thumpdid find the poisoned needles painted black and glued to the inner face of the pipe. He removed one with his tweezers and sniffed it.
Distilled bloat. Pretty expensive stuff, with an astonishing effect. He took a small glass phial from his belt and collected as many needles as he could find, and then put on his armoured gloves and, with the speed of a sloth, started to climb. as it hit the silent street. A dog barked. Stillness ruled the rooftops. Where Teppic had been the breeze stirred the burning air. After several minutes he emerged from the deeper shadow of a chimney stack, smiling a strange and terrible smile. Nothing the examiner could do could possibly be unfair. An assassin's clients were invariably rich enough to pay for extremely ingenious protection, up to and including hiring assassins of his own*. (* It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was, of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free) Mericet wasn't trying to kill him; he was merely trying to make him kill himself. He sidled up to the base of the tower and found a drainpipe. It hadn't been coated with slipall, rather to his surprise, but his gently questing fingers