Chapter 2: Run, Jane, Run (1)
So, during my free time, I wandered around Bailonz Street and Blemich Street, using Liam Moore’s name to pry into cases. I asked the residents if they had heard anything about the incidents. If they had, I inquired if they could share the information with me.
Most people looked at me like I was crazy and walked away, but occasionally, someone helpful would appear. However, the information I could gather from these individuals was clearly limited.
“If I heard of someone being killed? But why are you so interested in that, miss?”
“So uncooperative,” I sighed as I walked the streets aimlessly, my parasol swinging from my arm.
Now, let’s see…
The current quest to complete is… <Collect Witness Statements>, right?
I should talk to some police officers. Of course, there are limits to the policemen I can meet by myself. It would be helpful if some familiar faces appeared nearby.
Unfortunately, Scotland Yard trusted Liam Moore, not Jane Osmond. Some officers seemed resentful of their reliance on Liam, but the higher-ups’ complete trust allowed us to be closely involved with the cases.
The gaslights dimly illuminated the fog. The grey afternoon of London, with the Thames visible beyond, seemed like a world separate from the hurried pedestrians in thick coats. I never imagined I’d witness such a scene so vividly.