Chapter 50

Things were a tad less bleak when I woke up Wednesday morning, since my feverish dreams of labs and smudges had given me a lead to pursue. I got dressed in my best navy trousers and a smart blazer, twisted my hair into a chignon, and applied a light and natural makeup look. Satisfied with my "young professional" vibe, I grabbed my heels and slid them on at the front door, careful not to wake Pri.

With Moriarty deigning to start after a couple of sputtered protests, I drove over to Olympic Village, the waterfront area that had housed the athletes during the 2010 games. Those buildings had been transformed into expensive condos with hip restaurants and cafés lining the ground floors, all centered around a plaza with a pair of giant bird statues that were over fifteen feet tall. They were supposedly inspired by the Hitchcock film, so you know, not creepy or anything.