“Good afternoon, Mrs. St. Clair.”

He had caught a woman around Whitby whose husband had the unfortunate habit of robbing from jewelry stores in the same town they lived in. Sometimes it was nice when the case was simple.

There were a few women he wanted to investigate, but had no way of getting polite access to. He’d had a close enough call with that one’s husband, and he hadn’t even been one of the habitual thieves.

Aslan had the same impassive expression as he always did.

“Quite, thank you,” he answered.

‘My sister might murder some of those thieves,’ he didn’t. Bess paid well, though, so he hadn’t entirely written it off …

“I’m still looking into those cases, but I have some promising leads. For now, though, are you buying gold at the moment?”