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Violet swiped her cleaning rag over the mucked counter of Jericho’s bar, scrubbing heartlessly at the old vomit stains from a bar customer.
Ever since the shimmer incident years ago, a disastrous event that led the residents of Zaun to refer to it as the Fall of Zaun, Vi had been taken under Jericho’s wing as a bar-keeper's apprentice. After years of hard work, laying low, and shelling every penny she earned towards taking care of Powder, Mylo, and Claggor – Vi eventually worked her way up to Jericho’s main bartender. Mylo and Claggor had their own jobs, of course. Vander had made them promise to take care of each other, and no way in hell were those two boys getting away with slacking off after everything that happened.
Everything that happened…
Vi clenched her fist around her cloth, soaked with cleaning solution and old beer. Her shift was almost over.
……….
Caitlyn Kiramman bent over the three-dimensional map of Piltover and Zaun, resting on her hands with an exasperated sigh. Her deputy sheriff’s badge, haphazardly tossed aside next to the strategy, caught the light of the lamp that Caitlyn had been burning for the past four hours. Outside of her mandatory appearances next to Sheriff Marcus, Cait never wore the badge. She was purely a publicity pick, someone to take care of all Marcus’ paperwork and make the people of Piltover feel safe after the Shimmer Disaster in Zaun all those years ago.
‘Caitlyn Kiramman, reduced to a glorified secretary,’ she thought bitterly.
Her new task–thrown to her like a chewed up bone by Marcus once he lost all semblance of a lead on the file–was the first real job she’d had in ages. If anyone could sniff out the obscure parts of a cold case, it was her.
Caitlyn shook her head and resumed focus on the map in front of her, tapping her pen against the notepad littered with theories, useless clues, and leads that had gone cold.
Still better than paperwork.