A Lost Aristocrat
Éditeur: TheSloth
Vera went out in the afternoon, but she returned at dinner time without any expression on her face.
Vicar, who knew her well, understood that it was because Vera did not get any results.
"There's nothing in Yakov's family. His wife is a typical housewife and his son's room has some hidden marijuana; his daughter is a party-goer but has a figure that is way out of shape." Vera sighed, "It's just a normal typical middle-class family."
"Oh, is it? But I have got some information." Vicar shrugged.
Vera sat down casually, legs crossed, both her hands held the back of the sofa, with a face waiting for good news.
Vicar, who was familiar with it, sighed, "To be exact, there's a clue from you."
"Can you say it more clearly?" said Vera with some impatience.
Vicar had to say, "An invitation was sent to your personal E-mail box, indicating the time and place… Three days later, there will be an auction of 'The Nameless Maiden'."
"Do you mean my private E-mail box?" Vera frowned.