Since I had only gone to the newspaper office to place an ad that morning, I wasn't expecting any guests in the afternoon. Shard thought there wasn't much to do today—just needed to visit the Prophet's Society tomorrow to have "Genesis: Silver Moon" appraised again. With no major plans for the week, he decided to spend the afternoon reading and translating.
Shard considered himself quite diligent, and even the cat, accustomed to its nap, consciously avoided disturbing him.
But this leisurely afternoon was quickly disrupted by the sound of the bell downstairs at one-thirty. The sleepy cat leaped off the sofa in a flash, and Shard, puzzled, got up to tidy away the sensitive textbooks:
"How strange, who could be looking for me? Could it be another person seeking Detective Sparrow Hamilton?"
