Not wanting to scout the fair, he remembered he had money to make or he would be out on his ass on the street. Marcus dragged his feet all the way from his inn room and made his way to where all the excitement was. He curled his lip a little as he watched children, sticky with sweets, run around in hyperactivity, glad that he wasn't a father that he knew of. Too many children, ugh.

But then someone caught his eye. It was a little known fact that Marcus Tillman had an eye for beauty. Of course, with the way he thought he looked, he didn't think there was a snowball's chance in hell that someone like the blonde he peered at now would give him the time of day. Unless, he thought, she was a lady of the night. He would not make the same mistake as he had before anyway, curling his toes in lust toward a pretty bit of fabric.

The private eye let his gaze roam over her, eyes hooded to mask the appreciation he had for her fine features. And then his brow began to raise as he witnessed the scene before him. Now most people would think that it was a mere accident being witnessed, but as he squinted a bit, he saw the crumpled bills in her hand. Aha, he thought, so she was no innocent beauty to be gazing upon, but a thief!

Did he care??

The sad fact was that he didn't. It wasn't like he was the law, after all. He was but a private investigator working for chump change, barely able to pass through each day without being kicked out on his arse. No, he didn't give two shits that this woman just blatantly stole from some poor schmuck. The Londoner snorted. Why should he care?

He had other things to do. He was about to turn away, when the very devil spoke in his ear... He squinted again at the beauty, then decided to follow her. So what if she was the most interesting thing to happen to him all day? Perhaps it was because she fascinated him.