I didn't think anything of it when that dame walked through my door.
Red lips. Long blonde hair. Piercing blue eyes. She told me a story about a missing man that struck the smallest of chords. I tried to turn her away. I told her she needed the police, not a PI, but then she'd pulled a worn page from her bag. A page containing information she shouldn't have. Nobody knew my past, nobody. Anyone who did had either died in the war or left the city. Yet there was proof that I hadn't been as careful as I thought, so I'd taken the job.
She'd used me.
She hadn't stumbled across my office by chance. Hadn't been around the neighborhood until she found a place that could help. No, she'd targeted me. Picked me to find this William Weasley character for a specific reason. Never heard of the schmuck, but somehow he was important.
It was supposed to be a simple job. Finding people was my specialty but then the bodies started dropping. Clean kills, with nothing but a feather left behind. Suddenly, I found myself stuck in the middle of the minefield that was the city's underbelly. Sitting on a powder keg of open violence threatening to spill into the streets. The Malfoy and Weasley families were gearing up for all out war and William seemed to be the key to stopping it from happening.
Everyone's asking: where is William Weasley?
That's not the question they should be asking. There was a far more pressing question that needed answering. One I suspected would answer the other.
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