"Crane!" Came an angry voice from the door. A young woman with a bruise on the side of her face stepped in. "Where are me -," She stopped and looked around. Well shoot. Crane wasn't alone anymore, and it wasn't even the pest who had stalked her yesterday. Two other constables she did not know. Perhaps her father had complained about an influx of coppers. She hadn't listened. Maybe she should have.

Sam got up and stumbled over to her and his baby sister began to cry.

Thank God the pest wasn't here, or he'd arrest her on the spot.