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The savory smell of meatloaf and mashed potatoes cascaded down the stairs of the Hard Lee's Detective building, as Mirabelle climbed the old wooden steps. She arrived at the third floor, smoothing her silk gown with a dainty gloved hand and straightening the pearls about her neck, and hesitated just a moment before she rapped neatly on the glass of an old green door at the top of this landing.
The door swung open as she knocked, a voice that seemed to be made of tobacco smoke and burning ash called from beyond
"enter!"
Mirabelle wasn't one to falter. Not now, she'd already come so far. She stepped inside.
The man behind the desk looked up, his golden eyes peeking above a manila folder. “I got word there was a murder in the tunnels near Sunset Terrace.”
Mirabelle nodded grimly, slowly closing the door behind her.
She cleared her throat, stepping forward and as she said quietly, “It should go without saying I want you to find the murderers and bring them to justice. I'm sure you already know the stakes involved.”
"I know what she meant to you" he started
She interrupts with a scoff
" - no. You likely never will. But I'll be sure Vinny and my father understand what she meant to me."
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