'Mr Waters sends his gratitude for the piano delivered to him. "Perfectly on time and as fabulous as he remembered it", I believe were his exact words.'

Catherine smiled into her phone.

'Tell him he's most welcome.'

'Though I do wonder how you managed it, Cat. The place was 5 stories high and you had 20 minutes to get it out before the owner came home. And yet, Walters insists there's not a scratch on the whole damn thing.' The British drawl continued. 'Nor were there any witnesses, or any security footage.'

Rolling her eyes, Cat shrugged and continued flicking through tv channels with the remote in her free hand.

'It's my job, Charlie.' And it's nothing a little friendly bribe can't do.

She heard him sigh down the line. 'As secretive as always, Miss Miller.' Her assistant conceded.

'So, I take it there were no complaints for the week?' She changed the topic.

'Not a single one. In fact, you've been swimming in requests.'

Soaps. Ugh. Catherine turned the tv off and pulled her legs to her chest before crossing them and sitting upright on her recliner.

'Is that so?'

'Yes, I've had to narrow it down to the most plausible ones. Someone asked you to take down a bank, can you believe it?' the chuckle down the line was met by an agreeable giggle from Cat.

'I think that's a bit of a stretch even for me'

'Indeed…'

The sound of rustling papers paused the conversation momentarily before Charlie began again. 'Right, here they are. You have a piece of artwork needed by a Mr Bergman from a former associate; a series of designer clothes from a wide selection of equally famous and useless socialites-'

'Who wants that? Have we worked with her before?' Cat frowned.

'As astute as ever, Miss Miller. The client is a Miss Loehlin, she's asked you to recover similar things before.'

'I thought I recognised the type.'

'Yes, it's her, but more interestingly, for your final work of the week, you have a repeat victim.'

'Hm?'

'Same hit, different clients. This-' a pause, more paper rustling, 'Mr Lecter seems to have a lot of desirable items. At least these requests aren't as questionable as last time.'

There was a pause as Charlie waited for a response while Catherine was frozen with her phone glued to her ear.

'… Cat?'

Snapping out of it and gathering her thoughts together, she cleared her throat and replied smoothly.

'Remove him from the list.'

'Remove? But you've got the house blueprints already; you've done it all before! And it's only for this tiny insignificant pai-'

'Remove him from the database.' Catherine interrupted, 'There will be no repeat hits to Doctor Lecter's house?'

'Doctor Lecter?' came the astonished reply. 'Cat, how did you kn-'

'I will remind you to not disrespect my authority, Charles' Catherine hissed. 'Do. Not. Question. It.'

After an astounded silence, her partner cleared his throat.

'My apologies for the breach of professionalism, Miss Miller. Of course, all present and future requests to Doctor- er-Mr Lecter's house will be rebuffed.'

Catherine hung up without a reply, tossed her phone on her bed and, rubbing her temples, sighed.

To her right, a new dress was hung up against the wardrobe, price tag still attached. Cat glanced at it, before groaning and turning away, irritated.

She was going to regret this decision, she knew.