“I’m all ears, sister! Just say the word!”

Deirdre leveled a grateful gaze at her. “I need you to investigate something.”

-

“This is it. The address points to this unit,” Glenna said as she checked the note in her hand, comparing it to the placard reading ‘604’ on its door. “Should we knock?”

Deirdre nodded. “Let’s go.”

Glenna knocked. A while later, they heard footsteps and a woman’s answer. “Coming!”

The door was pulled open the next second. Maeve was still remarking to herself, “I didn’t expect you to be home so soon! Is it the semester br—”

She faltered.

Even without consulting her sight, Deirdre could tell that Maeve must look startled and taken aback. Maintaining her composure, Deirdre asked, “Can we come in?”

Maeve stepped aside.

Deirdre strode inside. Her foggy sight managed to make out a crowded, small interior, hinting at her the older woman’s lackluster economic status. She had not received a lot of money lately, then.

Or… she had, but it was so recent she had no