"I haven'a seen her," said the woman before whirling round toward the glass of Brandy. She downed what was in the glass, made a click with her tongue, and then said, "I've been worried aboot her, she couldn'a gone too far in her state, could she?" She raked her fingers through her hair and set the glass down again. "Dinna I know ye? Ye look familiar." Of course, there had been so many people at the brothel that night that it was almost impossible to tell.

She stopped herself from pouring another few shots of the stuff she drank. She was pacing again, nibbling on the side of her thumb.