Kitty Fogg was pathetic, Francesca realized. It was an obnoxious, unwanted realization, because it meant that she couldn't be properly angry at the woman — or at least couldn't feel justified in her anger of her. It was Finlay she was really angry with, and he'd gone and died before she could vent her frustrations on him.
"Well," she said as her mouth drew into a tight line. "It hardly matters what his motivations were now, does it? My chief concern, Miss Fogg," Francesca said her name as though it were a slur. "Is recovering the money he stole from me. If you have any idea where he kept it, I'd advise you to tell me. Otherwise," Francesca paused and drew herself up to her full height again. "I will acquire a lawyer, provide them with proof of your misdeeds, and drain this foul shop for every knut it's worth."
Francesca didn't know if she could actually do that, but she did know a fair amount of lawyers, and aurors — and she imagined the Fogg Jewelry Shop was not keen on any attention from law enforcement.
"Well," she said as her mouth drew into a tight line. "It hardly matters what his motivations were now, does it? My chief concern, Miss Fogg," Francesca said her name as though it were a slur. "Is recovering the money he stole from me. If you have any idea where he kept it, I'd advise you to tell me. Otherwise," Francesca paused and drew herself up to her full height again. "I will acquire a lawyer, provide them with proof of your misdeeds, and drain this foul shop for every knut it's worth."
Francesca didn't know if she could actually do that, but she did know a fair amount of lawyers, and aurors — and she imagined the Fogg Jewelry Shop was not keen on any attention from law enforcement.
