Ten at night. Backlund was drizzling again as a thin fog produced a blurry sense of beauty amidst the street lamps.
Isengard Stanton's assistant, Bowen, surveyed the bottom level once before walking to the side of the oriel window and was prepared to shut the final window.
At that moment, a shadow scuttled in and landed firmly on the protruding wall.
It was a blue, short-furred stray cat!
Bowen saw the large pair of yellow eyes looking at him as he couldn't help but chuckle.
"There's no food here."
As a detective's work made him prone to revenge, and him having many secrets to hide, Isengard Stanton's cook and servants were paid by the hour. There were a fixed number of hours a day, and they wouldn't prepare too much food. This made it difficult for there to be any leftovers after dinner.
