“Sir, I've found her."
“Found her? Found who?"
“The little bird that flew the nest."
“Really? Well done, Bech." The answering smile is unpleasant. “And how is our Jennifer? And where is she? Did she run far?"
“No, sir. She's here, right under our noses, in the City."
The tall figure turns, brows raised. “Is that so? How did you find her?"
“She's turned up in the police files in connection with the Blessingmoors investigation. The authorities want to interview her."
“That could be awkward...." The tall man rubs his chin. “How did they find her? Caught shoplifting again?"
“I don't think so, sir. I don't have all the facts yet, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible."
“You're right, Bech. Thank you. Good work. Let me know as soon as you have anything else at all."
