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A breath catches along the edge of Cat's tongue as she dips fingers along the rim of a doorway. As nails skim down the worn wood of an apartment's door, turning around to rest her back against the solid surface. This is the part about her job she likes the least.
Oh, people tend to think it's glamorous--that's likely some novel's fault, romanticism burying paperwork and monotony underneath the twisted beauty of words--but the truth is, most of her days are spent just like this. Tracking leads with an attentive ear and waning, grating attention. But today she isn't tracking a lead. Oh, no, she's found it, and if her suspicions are right--
Her suspicions are always right.
--She knows exactly who to bring it to.
So when a woman curves around the corner, Cat thanks the thin remnants of her patience left before easing off of a door, holding up a wrinkled piece of paper.
"I'm sure you're going to claim you have absolutely no reason why I'm bringing this to you and, oh, sure, it will absolutely ruin any chance of a real story I have," Cat's hand flops--a wrist bends and dips--acting nonchalant where nerves rest. "But I think I happen to know where that, hmm...missing girl is. The one that the government is claiming isn't missing."