I had my day planned out ahead of me. I needed to find her family. Had she mentioned me to family? Friends? Described me? Told them she was off to find me before she vanished? I need to be perfectly certain I’m safe and sound. Safe.
I made my way over to where I had seen her leave her apparent run down house near the woman workhouses. Looking over my shoulder to make sure no was one watching, I hoisted myself up to reach the tiny window that stood above my head.
As I listened outside the window, I overheard what must have been a friend, a friend sticking up for her drunken acts, a friend saying “She were sober as a judge, I swear it. She weren’t no prostitute! She dedn’t take no drugs, and only ever got a tad drunk. You gotta’ catch’im, officer! ‘m shettin’ me bloomers!"
I shifted slightly, a smile making its way to my lips. Liar. She was a drunken prostitute, that's why her husband left her and stopped supplying her with money. A m