Lexi had just finished work for the day, locking up her workshop and walking along the path home. It was such a familiar thing that she allowed herself to daydream a little as she walked. She did it all the time, and normally it had no consequence, but this time was different. This time there were men waiting, and before she had time to react one had grabbed her, pressing a chloroform rag to her mouth and nose, and they carried her off once she was out.
A few days after the event, a call was placed to a certain Jane Moriarty with an unknown number and a quiet voice that came through. “I assume you know by now that your little sister is missing - I know not much gets past you. Well, I just so happen to have a few things to say regarding that.”
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