The dame sauntered into my office, her hips swaying so much
she nearly knocked over my coat stand. She practically poured herself onto the
chair as I lit a stogie.
“You saved the Silcock baby from that cult, right?”
I chuckled softly.
“Don’t believe the rumors dollface, the sacrifice talk was a
smokescreen for a simple kidnapping.”
She shook her head, her locks flowing like liquid gold.
“Well my darling little niece seems to be caught up in a
similar… kidnapping.”
I took the case, and found the girl easy enough.
After all, how many little girls demolish city blocks?
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