Ezra still couldn't shake the feeling that she disliked him, and this was doing nothing to help. Fine. What do you need? One would have thought he'd killed her beloved cat, the way she was acting. And who knew? Maybe he had.

If she was going to confine herself to one or two word answers, though, this was a waste of time for both of them. He wasn't going to learn anything new if she didn't want to talk to him. He had tests running at the modiste now which might be finished; he could go check their progress and start to actually work towards solving this thing rather than sit here getting a cold shoulder from a woman he didn't remember.

"Nothing," he decided, tone now matching hers. He scrawled out Pandora Foxglove's name on the bottom of the parchment and tore it off to give it to her. "If you think of anything that might be useful to the investigation you can send it to my supervisor, Miss Foxglove, and she'll see that it gets to me. Good day."

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