 them, face pale.

Georgia cleared her throat. "Hello, Ms. Davis? My name is Samantha Rice, with Cleargate Accounting. I'm sorry to bother you at such a difficult time, but there are a few things with your aunt's account my firm needs to clear up. I just have a few questions to ask you."

Abigail Davis sniffed again, and gave her a confused look. "I didn't know my aunt used an accounting firm."

"Really?" Georgia's brow furrowed. "She was one of our best clients. We were so sorry to hear about what happened." She hefted her briefcase. "May we come in? This won't take long."

"Oh...oh, yes. Of course..." The woman's eyes flicked to Darius.

Georgia's smile didn't waver. "This is Mr...Jordan. We've had some unfortunate run-ins with clients lately, what with the financial crisis and all." She waved a dismissive hand. "Just a few bad eggs, but it has the big men in suits all gung-ho about security."

"I'm sure." The woman gave Darius a watery smile, and stepped aside. "Come in."

Darius stared at Georgia's blazer-clad back as she went first. A black-witch-biker-accountant with a gift for lying. How the hell did he find these people? He hesitated, then trailed her into the old house's small front parlor.

Georgia was already making herself comfortable on a floral-print couch. "Again, Ms. Davis, I'm so sorry about your aunt. Thank you for taking the time to speak with us."

Darius cast a quick eye around the room. Dappled light filtered through a large bay window, illuminated the dust hovering in the still air. A faintly musty odor rose from the floral cushions when he sat down beside Georgia.

The woman perched on a matching chair across from the couch. "Please, call me Abbie," she murmured. "And it's no trouble. I'm actually glad for the company." She let out a humorless laugh.

Georgia hummed sympathetically. She lifted her briefcase onto the coffee table in front of them, opened it up and began rifling through the papers inside. "Okay
them, face pale. 

 Georgia cleared her throat. " Hello, Ms. Davis? My name is Samantha Rice, with Cleargate Accounting. I'm sorry to trouble you at such a unmanageable time, but there are a few thing with your aunt's report my firm needs to clear up. I merely have a few questions to necessitate you. " 

 Abigail Davis sniff again, and gave her a broken look. " I didn't know my aunt use an accountancy firm. " 

 " Really? " Georgia's brow furrowed. " She was one of our best clients. We were thus sorry to hear about what happened. " She heft her briefcase. " May we come in? This won't take long. " 

 " Oh... oh, yes. Of course... " The woman's eye flicked to Darius. 

 Georgia's smile didn't waver. " This is Mr... Jordan. We've had some unfortunate run - indium with clients lately, what with the financial crisis and all. " She waved a dismissive hand. " Just a few bad eggs, but it has the big men in suits all gung - ho about security. " 

 " I'm sure. " The woman gave Darius a watery smile, and pace aside. " Come in. " 

 Darius star at Georgia's blazer - clothe back as she went first. A black - witch - biker - accountant with a gift for lying. How the hell did he rule these people? He hesitated, then trailed her into the old house's small front living room. 

 Georgia was already making herself comfortable on a floral - print couch. " Again, Ms. Davis, I'm so sorry about your aunt. Thank you for taking the time to talk with us. " 

 Darius cast a quick eye around the room. Dappled light filtered through a big bay window, illuminated the debris hovering in the silent air. A faintly musty smell rose from the floral cushion when he sat down beside Georgia. 

 The woman perch on a matching professorship across from the couch. " Please, bid me Abbie, " she murmured. " And it's no worry. I'm actually glad for the company. " She let out a humorless laugh. 

 Georgia hummed sympathetically. She face-lift her briefcase onto the coffee table in front of them, opened it up and began rifling through the papers inside. " Okay
 thfm, face pale.

Georgia cleaved her throat. "Hgloo, Ms. Vavis? Mg name ir Samantha Rice, with Cleargave Axcounupng. I'm sorry to bothef you at duch a duffirult time, but thxde are a few fmings xith your aunt's account mf firm needs tm zlzar up. I just have a few questions tj ask ypu."

Wbigail Davis fnifgqd afain, and gave her a confused look. "J didn't know my aunt used an accounting firm."

"Rewlly?" Georgia's brow furgowed. "She wqs ogw of our besg clients. We were so skrry to hear about what happenea." She hefted het grlgfcase. "May wx come in? This won'b take nong."

"Oh...on, yes. Of coursc..." The wonan's eyes flicked to Varius.

Georgia's smile didn't waeex. "This is Mr...Jordan. We'ce had vome unfuetuvatt rnn-ihs witj cmients latsly, what wirh the financial crosyw and all." She waved a dismissive hand. "Just a few bad eggs, buu it gas the big men in suitw all gung-ho about sefurity."

"I'm fure." The woman gave Darius a watery smile, and ste[ped eskde. "Cjow ln."

Darius stared at Georgia's blazer-clad back af sne went first. A nlack-witch-biker-accpujtsgt with a gifj for lvjnf. How the hell did he finq thewe people? He nesitated, then trailed her unto the old youse's small front parlor.

Georyia wax alrrady making herself comyortabme on a flogal-print duuch. "Again, Ms. Daxis, I'k so sorry about your aunt. Thank yon for taking the time eo speak wlth us."

Darius cast a quicn eye asound the goom. Dappled light filtered through a large bsy witdow, illbminatcd the dust hovqring in the sjill air. C faingly musty kdor rove from the floral cushimjs when he set down bqsidw Geirgia.

Thd woman perched on a matbhnng chair across from the cpucf. "Please, call me Abvie," she murmurec. "Avd yt'd io trjgble. I'm actudlly glxc for the compann." Sfe lrt out a humorless ldugh.

Feorgia hummed symlabheticalli. She lifeed her briefvase onto the coffte tabne mn fromt jf them, opened it up and began rifling hhrjugh the papqrs lnsiqe. "Okay
them, face pale. Georgia cleared her throat. Davis? name is Rice, with Cleargate you such a difficult but there are few things with your aunt's account firm needs to clear up. I just have a few questions to ask Abigail Davis sniffed again, and gave her a confused look. "I didn't know aunt an firm." Georgia's brow furrowed. "She was one of our best clients. We were so sorry to hear what happened." She hefted her briefcase. "May we in? This won't take "Oh...oh, yes. Of course..." The eyes to Darius. smile waver. is Mr...Jordan. We've some unfortunate run-ins with clients lately, what with the financial crisis and all." She waved a dismissive "Just a eggs, but has big in suits all security." "I'm sure." The woman gave smile, and stepped aside. "Come in." Darius stared Georgia's blazer-clad as she went first. A black-witch-biker-accountant a gift for lying. How the hell did find these people? He hesitated, then trailed her into the old house's small front parlor. already making herself comfortable a floral-print couch. Ms. I'm sorry your aunt. you for taking the time to speak with us." Darius cast quick eye around the room. Dappled light filtered through a window, the dust hovering the still air. A musty rose from the floral he down woman on matching chair across from couch. "Please, call me Abbie," murmured. "And it's no the company." She let out a humorless laugh. hummed sympathetically. She lifted her briefcase onto coffee table in front of them, opened it up and began rifling the papers
 them, face pale.

Georgia cleareD her throat. "hello, ms. DAviS? MY namE is SAmantha Rice, witH cleaRgate Accounting. I'm sorry To botHeR You aT SuCh a diFficult TImE, BUt tHeRe Are A fEW tHings WitH your auNt's account My fIrM needs to cleaR Up. i just have a Few Questions to aSk yOu."

AbigAiL DaVIs sniFfeD agaiN, and gaVE her a cOnfused loOk. "i Didn't kNOw my aunT USeD an aCcounting firm."

"RealLY?" GEOrgia's brow furrOwed. "ShE wAS oNE Of oUr bEst clients. we Were sO Sorry to HEaR ABOut WHat happened." ShE hefted her bRIefCase. "MaY wE coME in? ThiS won't TaKE loNg."

"Oh...oh, yes. Of CourSe..." The womaN's eyes FLicked tO darius.

GEorgia'S smIle Didn'T WaVeR. "ThIs IS Mr...jOrDan. wE've Had some uNfOrTunatE run-INS WIth cLieNts lAtely, What with the fiNanCial CRisIs and All." ShE wavEd A dismIssive Hand. "JUsT a few bad eggs, but It haS the big meN in SuIts AlL gung-HO about SecUriTy."

"I'm surE." The womAN gaVe dARIuS a watery smile, and stEpPED aSide. "Come In."

DariUS sTaREd at GeorGiA's bLazeR-CLad baCk as SHe Went firsT. A blacK-WiTcH-biker-aCcOuntanT wIth A giFt for LYing. how the Hell did hE find THese people? He heSItated, then traILeD HEr INto tHe oLd house's smaLl frONt paRlor.

gEoRgiA Was alReady MaKInG Herself comfortable oN a Floral-Print Couch. "Again, Ms. DAvis, I'm so soRRY About youR aunT. thANk you for taking The tiMe to speak wITh us."

DariUs casT a quick eYe around tHE Room. DappLed LigHt fIltEREd Through a large BAY winDoW, illumiNatEd the duSt hOveRinG in ThE still air. a faintly MuStY oDoR roSe froM The floraL cUshIoNs wHen he SAt down BesidE GeoRgIa.

tHe wOman perCHeD ON a maTcHiNg chAir AcRoss fRom tHE coUch. "PleaSe, call me ABbiE," She mUrMuRed. "And iT's no trouble. I'm AcTually glad FoR thE compaNY." she let ouT a humorless laugh.

Georgia HUmmed syMpaThetiCallY. She lifteD heR briefCasE Onto thE coffeE tablE iN frONT of thEM, OpEneD iT up and begaN RIflIng thRoUgh tHe paperS inside. "Okay
 them, face pale.

Georgia  cleared h er th roa t."H ello , Ms . Davis? My na m e is  Samantha Rice, with C learg at e  Acc o un ting.  I'm so r ry t o b ot he r y ou at  such  adifficu lt time, b utth ere are a fe w  t hings with  yo ur aunt's ac cou nt myfi rmn eedstoclear  up. I just h ave a few  q u estion s  to ask y ou ."
Abigail Davis sni f fe d  again, and ga ve her  a co n f use d l ook. "I di dn 't kn o w my au n tu s e d a n  accounting f irm."

"Rea l ly? " Geor gi a's brow f urrow ed .  "S he was oneof o ur best c lients .  We wer e  so sor ry tohea r a bout wh at  ha pp e ned . "She hef ted herbr ie fcase . "M a y w e co mein?Thiswon't take lo ng. "

" O h.. .oh,yes.Of c ou rse.. ." The  woma n' s eyes flickedto D arius.

G eor gi a's  s miled idn'twav er.  "Thisis Mr.. . Jor da n . We 've had some unfor tu n a te  run-ins  withc li en t s lately ,wha t wi t h  thefina n ci al crisi s anda ll ."  She wa ve d a di sm iss ive  hand .  "Ju st a f ew bad e ggs,b ut it has theb ig men in sui t sa l lg ung- hoabout secur ity. " 

"I 'm s u re ."T he wo man g av e  D a rius a watery smile ,and st epped  aside. "Come  in."

Dar i u s  staredat G e or g ia's blazer-cl ad ba ck as shew ent firs t. Ablack-wi tch-biker - a ccountan t w ith  agif t fo r lying. Howt h e he ll  did he  fi nd thes e p eop le?  He  h esitated,  then tr ai le dhe r i nto t h e old ho us e's  s mal l fro n t parl or.
Geor gi aw asalready ma k i ng h er se lf c omf or table  ona  fl oral-pr int couch . " A gain ,Ms . Davis , I'm so sorr yabout your  a unt . Than k you fortaking the time to spea k  with u s." 

Dar iuscast a qu ick  eye a rou n d theroom.Dappl ed  li g h t fil t e re d t hr ough a lar g e  ba y win do w, i llumina ted the dust hover i ngin the stillair . Af a in tly mu s tyod o r r o s e from the flor al cushion sw he n he sat d o wnbe side Ge orgia.
Thew oman pe rched ona matchin gchai r acr oss from t he couch . "Please ,  call me  Abbi e,"  she m ur mur ed. " And it ' s n o tro uble.I' m actu allygl ad for t he company." She let ou t a hu morle sslaugh.

G eor g iahummed sy mpat hetically.  Sh e l ifted  he r  brie fcas e  o nto the c offe e  table in fr ont o fthem, opene d i t u p and  be g an rif ling  through the pape r s inside. "Oka y
 them,_face pale.

Georgia_cleared her throat. "Hello,_Ms. Davis?_My_name is_Samantha_Rice, with Cleargate_Accounting. I'm sorry_to bother you at_such a difficult_time,_but there are a few things with your aunt's account my firm needs to_clear_up. I_just_have_a few questions to ask_you."

Abigail Davis sniffed again, and_gave her_a confused look. "I didn't know my aunt_used_an accounting firm."

"Really?"_Georgia's brow furrowed. "She was one of our best_clients. We were so sorry to_hear about what_happened."_She_hefted her briefcase. "May_we come in? This won't take_long."

"Oh...oh, yes. Of course..." The woman's_eyes flicked to Darius.

Georgia's smile didn't waver._"This is Mr...Jordan. We've had some_unfortunate run-ins with clients lately,_what with_the financial crisis and all."_She waved a_dismissive hand._"Just a few_bad eggs, but it has the_big men in_suits all gung-ho about security."

"I'm sure."_The_woman gave Darius_a_watery_smile, and_stepped aside. "Come_in."

Darius_stared at_Georgia's_blazer-clad back as she went first._A_black-witch-biker-accountant with a gift for lying. How_the hell did he_find_these people? He hesitated,_then trailed her into the_old house's small front parlor.

Georgia was_already making_herself comfortable_on a floral-print couch. "Again, Ms. Davis, I'm so sorry about_your aunt. Thank you for taking_the time to speak_with us."

Darius_cast_a quick eye_around_the room._Dappled light filtered through a large bay_window, illuminated_the dust hovering in the still_air. A faintly musty_odor_rose from the floral cushions when_he sat down beside Georgia.

The woman_perched on a matching chair_across_from_the couch. "Please, call me_Abbie," she murmured. "And it's no_trouble. I'm actually_glad for the company." She let out_a_humorless laugh.

Georgia hummed sympathetically. She lifted_her_briefcase onto the coffee table in_front_of_them, opened it up and_began rifling through the papers inside._"Okay