Kat sighs as she walks home. There were things going on back there during that auction and afterward that made her wonder just what sort of place Uncle Oskar had dropped her off in?

At the school, everyone kept their distance. When she walked into a room, conversations stopped. Really, the only conversation she got at all was with Ms. Kingman and Dr. Greene, a couple of the staff. Art school wasn't much better, to be honest. Really the most she ever interacted with anyone since was with her kidnappers. And Uncle Oskar.

The night was still, barely any hint of a breeze as she walked past dark houses and the occasional flare of motion-sensitive lights. Pulling out her phone, she did a search for podcasts - and found a curious one, "Night Theatre." She shrugged and decided to give it a go.

[quote](sirens)
"Drake! What are you doing here?"
"Hey Owen. Just taking a walk."
"Yeah, out of a bar, I bet."
"So what's going on here?"
"Looks like a hit and run, poor guy never saw it coming."

Drake peers over Officer Clarkson's shoulder and got a look at the victim and froze, feeling icy fingers down his spine. It was his client from this morning, Moe Booth.
"Wow," Drake managed. "Accident or was someone after this guy?"
"Looks like an accident to me. You uh, know that guy?"

Drake smiled. "Never met that man before in my life, officer."

Hours later, the door to Drake's office swung open.
"Detective Steele," Drake smiled, taking in her impressive form... '

There was a sudden slap and someone whined, "Ow! Why did you do that.... huh, oh!"

"Uh, Detective Steele," Drake smiled at the female detective."How can I help you, today?"
"Cut the crap, Sheppard. We found your card in the wallet of a hit and run victim. And you were reported at the scene."
"I was just out for a walk. Is that a crime?"
"So why were the two of you sitting next to each other at the Black Cat Cafe the night before?" 
"Had we?" Sheppard asked. "I don't recall."
"Drake, if you know something, you better tell us now."
"Because I drank some coffee and gave a stranger my card? I've no idea who killed him or why."
"Uh huh. Well, if you do remember something, call me. Seems waiting is really bad for your health."

Drake watched as Anabelle Steele walked out of the door, slamming it behind her.

He frowns. "What did Moe get himself into?" [/quote]