“What’s all this about a single element, anyway?” Erika grumbles, putting the finishing touches on a signature. “Were they not paying attention last game when I climbed into the study to perform a thorough chemical analysis, what do they think molecules are made of, sand and dreams?”

Dlanor stands at an appropriate remove and allows the corner of her mouth to twitch up, quickly enough that the detective she enjoys spending time with will not catch her.