A girl born unlucky(2)

For the third year, she is her father, they started to do even 4 jobs a day, without even a moment's rest.

The father worked at the tavern, was a bricklayer, turned on and off the oil lamps of Low street, and also worked as a housekeeper and babysitter.

Sally instead the jobs she had were, carrying the various goods to the shops present, cleaning the streets, looking after animals, even acting as a detective for animals, in some cases as a detective she managed to find wealthy customers, if they were kind they paid her extra.

Sally did not stop at that, but also started stealing, despite her father being against it, it was a desperate situation.

One day, under the detective job, Sally had been paid 120 gold coins in advance, and at the end of the mission, based on evidence found, she could have earned about 10 thousand gold coins.

The mission came from a wealthy woman, when the woman came to talk to Sally, she was wearing a big red hat and with a feather attached to the hat, eyes like topaz, a kind face, with slightly sunken eyes and thick eyelashes, a wide forehead, wine red hair tied in a side braid, a jewel most likely made of gold around her neck, a dress with a large skirt and long sleeves.

The mission was quite simple, or at least at the beginning it was, apparently the husband of the woman disappeared three days ago, and according to some three days before they saw him in Low street, being that every detective refuses to investigate in Low street, and the "detectives" of Low street were rude and thieves, the madam after a couple of attempts, ended up meeting Sally, who was her last hope.

After accepting that request, Sally dedicated 6 days to find the husband, first she started to walk around the streets of Low street, she started from the Northern neighborhoods, which according to the elegant woman, her husband was spotted in that neighborhood.

Even though Sally lived in the East neighborhood, she knew how to move around well, even though the streets of the North neighborhood seemed more like a labyrinth than streets.

Sally who went around the entire neighborhood, I did not find information as she defined it "Excellent" most of it was vague, such as for example "Emh ... Maybe ..." or "I think ... Maybe in that direction ..."

In practice the reliability and the facts were not at all reliable, even though Sally, did not receive any detective training, her instinct came to them by itself.

"Cleaned" the North neighborhood, in about 1 day, Sally went to the West neighborhood whose streets were not very labyrinthine, fortunately for her.

In the West End I find some slightly more decent information, like this: "Now that you mention it... If I remember correctly, I think I saw a man, about 5' 8" or something taller, blue eyes, a light mustache, a slightly pointed chin, a small nose, messy hair, wearing... Umh... Right! He was wearing a tuxedo or whatever it's called."

It was at least a starting point, at least he had a general picture, that day the woman with the red wine hair came back to ask, they had practically met on the street.

Sally, dressed practically in rags, asked the woman with a bit of difficulty speaking, and with many pauses: "You know, your, husband, has hair, bwon, and oyes, blue, and a mustache, not very thick?"

Despite the slight problems, and Sally's pauses, the kind-faced woman managed to understand what she was saying, her topaz eyes lit up slightly, she put her hands on Sally's shoulders who was slightly scared, and said in a slightly happy but still elegant tone: "Yes, it's him!"

Shortly after the woman, took out a photo, in that photo was her husband.

The husband in that photo seemed taller, at least 1.82 meters, despite the tuxedo it was possible to notice some muscular lines, his blue eyes exuded experience in combat, his chin in addition to being slightly pointed also jutted slightly forward.

After seeing the photo, Sally gave the photo back to the woman, who smiled gracefully, shortly after the sound of horses neighing spread in the area.

A closed carriage, or with a roof, was driven by a man of a certain age, despite his advanced age the coachman did not seem to tire of his work, he had not very long hair tied in a ponytail, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes had little sparks of youth and happiness, his nose was slightly flattened, and he had a small goatee.

The woman waved lightly to Sally and climbed into the carriage, the coachman wearing a black cap, smiled lightly at Sally and spurred the horses.

As the sound of the horses' hooves became more distant, Sally had to get busy.

Having already searched the North and West neighborhoods, all she had left was the East and South neighborhoods.

She began to search the East neighborhoods which were the largest, but since Sally had been born right there she knew how to orient herself, well, also with her speed she was able to do double the work of a normal detective who runs right and left.

The information of the East and West neighborhoods changed, more or less, only some were sure, others not.

Some also said they had seen out of the corner of their eye an elegant man with a woman, many said that the woman was Lara, someone who lived in the South neighborhood.

Hearing about the South neighborhood, her blood ran cold, the South neighborhood did not have a good reputation, it was full of rapists, thieves, bastards, sons of bitches and so on and so forth.

Lara is among these people, at that moment, Sally understood that the man had not come to a good end, little but sure, but he had to fulfill his task.

Walking around the South neighborhoods being careful, also walking around the various roofs, on the sixth day Sally found something interesting, at that moment she did not know that she would regret her curiosity for life.