Kathy shuddered as the detective put his hands on her shoulders. They were cold, through her thin if proper cotton blouse. She accepted the card in return and placed it in the front pocket of her purse. The detective behind her would surely see the derringer if she opened the main pouch now. She felt something change in the air, something intangible, as if a message had passed that she was unaware of. Something told her it was time to leave.<br/><br/>But there was something else... Something nagged at her. She stood and turned and in that one instant, Annabelle was silhouetted against the window at just the right angle. It clicked into place. Of course! "Well, I suppose I had best be going", She gasped out. "Of course, I won't tell anyone what happened here? I imagine you want to keep it under wraps for now? So you can persue your investigations in some decorum?" She couldn't resist rubbing the detectives' noses in the fact that the press already knew and soon there would be no way to trip a suspect by getting them to reveal knowledge of the crime.<br/><br/>"It was lovely to see you again, Miss Annabelle, mayhap we can meet up again in more pleasant circumstances and catch up on old times?" With that, she turned on her heel and headed for the door.