Aldrect, The Holy City. Holy to some, Esther supposed. But it had its seedy underbelly just like anywhere else. In her time working for the Cynthia Brodnax Detective Agency that was one thing that she'd learned very well. No matter how much a place was white marble on top, you'd eventually find the tufa underneath. Esther frowned at her internal monologue. Tufa was... too specialised maybe? She'd been going for a kind of ancient Rome thing and? No. Obsidian worked better, she thought.
She'd left the detective agency at 9:00AM sharp, case file still warm from the printer. Cynthia herself had handed it to her, which Esther thought showed a degree of trust. She was the youngest of Cynthia's detectives, as well as her newest hire, and she was practically glowing as she drove to one of the city's many hospitals and paid the extortionate parking fee.
The crime had taken place last night, around midnight. A young man had been beaten around the head by two unidentified figures who'd since run into the night. The police were treating it as another mugging, but Cynthia saw something more sinister in it. It was Esther's job to find out the truth, no matter which way it lay.
She was willowy, her curtain of dark hair moving behind her as she strode through the hospital doors. She paused by the reception to ask where she was headed, and then set off, her small kitten heels clacking on the polished floors. She didn't necessarily strike you as a hard-boiled private eye. Esther was in her mid-twenties, with a face that struck one as being earnest ahead of everything else. There was a steady determination in her brown eyes, though.
She approached the ward she needed, counting down the left and right turns in her head until she was sure she'd reached the right point. Esther pushed open the double doors and approached the counter with a smile. "Excuse me? I'm here to see Mr. Jameson."
