Hilda sat perfectly still in Rosa Lee Teabag. If she’d had any nervous ticks, she’d be exhibiting them now, but her mother had all but beaten any visible nervous habits out of her when she was growing up. She was to be picturesque at any given moment. However, inside her thoughts ran in circles.
She wasn’t used to doing things like this. Even before running away with Patrick, she’d never needed to use the services of a private investigator. There were situations where her family had employed some, but it was always her mother or father who dealt with it. If Hilda had married one of the pureblood setups her parents had brokered for her, then she probably would have experience in the area by now. She would’ve been the head of a noble household, pregnant with her second or third child.
She hadn’t, though. Instead, Hilda ran away, and now she’d run back. Trapped in her thoughts, she didn’t notice when the man she was meeting walked in. Thankfully she pulled herself out in time to be present as he sat down at the table.
Hilda got his name from a friend who’d used his services to investigate whether her husband was cheating on her. He’d come back with undeniable photographic evidence, so Hilda was confident that even with her vague request, he’d get her the information she was looking for.
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you.” Hilda extended her hand to the man. Another thing she’d become accustomed to while living in Ireland. “I was hoping you could help me gather some information on someone.”
Marcus didn’t make a habit of taking new clients as of late, but it seemed no matter what he did he ended up taking on people. It wasn’t to brag or an attempt at being humble either. It just seemed that in a war, people were more likely to want to get to the bottom of mysteries in their lives.
At a point he might have considered a way to make himself wealthy out of it, but for the most part he turned down a lot of people who wanted information to hurt others. So when he heard a client wanting to introduce him to another he had taken the consultation if only to hear the other out.
He’d gotten a description of Ms. Dagna and it matched pretty well. Without much thought he gave her a smile and said “Hello. Ms. Dagna I would presume? I’m Marcus Bulstrode. ”
He shook her hand before gesturing her to sit down, and with a small chuckle he said, “That is what your friend informed me of, although she didn’t tell me any details.”
Sitting down himself he put is bag down and for a moment looked through to pull out a notebook and quill. He usually used a pen, but he knew some of the purebloods got - awkward about it when he did in this country. “I would very much like to help you, however, I would need to know some details that may be hard for you to discuss with me depending on who you would like to know information on. Anything you tell me is between us, and if you would like a sort of vow or something I can arrange it if you feel like you can’t give me details that I need any other way. I also do have to warn and let you know, I do not fabricate evidence nor do I set individuals up. I only gather information and what you chose to do with it is up to you. Any civil action you take I will only provide the evidence that I’ve gathered, and nothing else. If the person you are surveling are committing overt criminal actions, I will have to inform of the authorities however I will keep your name out of the report. Are these terms acceptable to you?”
