“You’ve got it wrong.” The farmer’s face turned the color of a ripe Gravenstein. “It was magic, not pesticides, poisoned that girl.”
“Now Mr. Darkfruit, our informants have presented credible evidence from underground surveys. There’s run off into their mines.”
“You know, the Queen is my best customer. She wouldn’t like it if you shut me down.”
“I have a warrant to inspect.” The investigator lifted his case full of testing equipment and walked through the open gate into the orchard.
“Nothing will come of this,” said the farmer.
“But it’s my job to enforce the regulations until instructed otherwise.”