Don't Let The Sun (Redacted)

The padd dropped from Julian's hand as he staggered back, gasping. 

Garak, for his part, hardly blinked. One learns, hemming trousers, not to react unless for effect. "Well," he said, "I'll take that as a no."

"Wh... what?"

"The enigma tale. The solution was not to your liking, I take it?"

"You kissed me!"

"Your powers of observation astonish me. Yes, just before the sun set. Forgive me for being romantic."

There it was, a sudden realization in his eyes. "Sun... kissed. Sunkissed. The murderer was sunburned. You kissed me as a hint?"

Garak allowed himself a smile. "What else?"