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Since she told Lady Danbury she wanted to take a stroll around Mayfair, the carriage brought her just there.

She nodded at the driver, told him to meet her at this exact spot a few hours later and then went her way. Good for her, she was close to where Mayfair ended. From there on, Bloomsbury was just about a twenty minute walk away.

She was thankful that before coming here, she had made a quick stop at the city hall, where all businesses had to be registered. Against a small sum of money, she got an employee to give her the names of all printing shops in London.

For today, she would start out in Bloomsbury and move on to the next part of the city should she not succeed in finding the logo. Sure, it would take her quite some time, but she had only accepted this case out of boredom anyway, so there was nothing left to lose.

With a list of printing shops in one hand and a street map in the other, she started her journey.

Did she look lost walking through the city like that? Yes.

Did anyone care? Not really.

The first printing shop was a bust, as well as the second one. The third has gone bankrupt sometime last month and when she finally found that out, three hours had already passed.

She knew it would take time and many dead ends, but she did feel a little pessimistic. Plus, her feet began to hurt in those shoes.

The detective was about to be on her way to the last location for today, when someone recognized and called for her. "Miss Holmes? Enola is that you?"

Turning on her heels, the detective found a young girl smiling up at her, seemingly excited. The gears and cogs in her head turned, when she finally remembered the face in front of her.

She was the daughter of one of the murder victims whose case she took and solved. The man who did it had been a stalker for years, when he finally snapped one day after seeing the object of his obsession being absolutely smitten by her husband's charming nature. He had throttled her in a side alley when she went to the market.

"Vivian, right? I haven't seen you for two years. What are you doing here?"

The girl smiled brightly. "My father got a promotion at work, so we moved here. I was actually hoping to see you again some time. Back then, I didn't really understand why all that happened, to be honest I still don't quiet do, but I'm very thankful for your undying optimism that you would get to the bottom of this."

"Of course, it's my job," Enola nodded. "So, how have you been doing? How's your father?"

Vivian hesitated. "Well, he was thinking of remarriage."

"And... that's good?"

"I don't know," the girl shrugged. "I wonder if he truly feels lonely and wants someone to share his worries with or whether he just wants me to have a mother again. But whoever she will be, she won't ever replace my mom."

Enola put one of her hands on her shoulder. "You should ask him about it, if it truly is bothering you so much. If I remember correctly, you were quite close."

"We are," Vivian confirmed. "But I just think that sometimes he doesn't know how to talk to me. There were just things I went to see him for and things I went to see mom for. For some stuff it's easy to approach him, but some other things would be just too embarrassing."

"I see, that's truly unfortunate."

"Yes, but no reason for him to look for a wife. That would be unfair to him, her and me."