"So. I've found stuff about Percival, also known as, Percy."
"And is it relevant?"
Priss sighed. "Hardly. There isn't much to him. However," she looked at me straight in the eyes, as if daring me to object, "we are definitely taking on Mr Smith's case."
I expected this. Afterall, who could turn down this offer- an offer that could very well save Hart's (current) reputation? Certainly not Priss.
There was something fishy about Mr Smith and his son, Percival, but I couldn't find it in my heart to tell Priss what I felt about this. I stared right back at Priss' stormy grey eyes, as steely as ball bearings.
"Fine. We meet up with Percy on tomorrow."
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Hart's Detective Agency
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