Chapter 1: Night Floors
The woman nods curtly. She withdraws a small brown pocket book, perhaps 3x5, and tosses it on your desk. "You'll find the details within, but I'll review. Abigail left her home perhaps six months ago. She had...great faith that she could succeed as an artist. Her father lacked that conviction, and she was led to believe she would be unwelcome in the home until she 'came to her senses.'
She raises a gloved hand to her chin in a pensive gesture. "Against the odds, she caught the whim of the artistic community. Sold more than a dozen pieces at the Argent, a small gallery. She had more than enough to support herself for a few months, maybe half a year. But she would have been running out, or on the verge, soon."
Slowly, the dame begins taking hesitant strides. Not quite pacing. That would be inelegant. "Her father tried contacting her for some time by letter, with no response. That is...unfortunate, but perhaps understandable. He even tried by telephone the last four days. Not that she has one. She's modestly successful, not extravagant. But the complex in which she lives has one, and he left messages with the...characters there."
"Roughly a month ago, her father called on the police to enter her apartment, and it was...chaos." She begins striding a bit faster. "Not just cluttered, but filled with nonsensical items. Things that seem to serve no purpose. There was an economics paper in Farsi, for crying out loud! Her bank says they had extended a letter of credit to her, and it was used about a week ago, in Maryland."
"In any event, the leads have been sparse, and it seems the NYPD has put this case on low-priority. Some of them aren't one hundred percent convinced that there's any foul play. Just a capricious young gal traipsing about." Her bitter tone gives little doubt how she feels about that.
She waves a hand dismissively. "There are more concrete details on what I've said within the book. Now, Mr. Sawyer." She leans forward intently, her eyes piercing. "Yes, or no? I have things to do, and if this case isn't to your taste, I need to find someone more suitable."