Investigation Log – V. Grant, Day 7

Amelia Brown is a woman stretched thin between too many responsibilities. Children, home, the stand. It is no surprise her focus drifts, and whatever she might know seems buried beneath constant distraction.

She offered little of value in her words.

And yet, the truth has a way of appearing where one least expects it.

In the reflection of her display window, I noticed a figure standing nearby. Not passing by, not browsing, but lingering. Close enough to hear us, careful enough not to be seen directly. I held my gaze on the reflection, trying to make sense of the outline, to catch some defining detail.

I waited too long.

When I finally turned, the figure had already slipped away into the crowd, swallowed by the noise and movement of the market.

An opportunity lost... or perhaps a warning.

I will visit David Novak next.