"Oh, where is that card?" Kiara grumbled as she nearly ransacked her house in search of the FBI agent's business card. Rochester looked on placidly. By the time she found it, nearly twenty minutes had passed. Still determined to report what she had witnessed, however, Kiara dialed the phone number printed on the miniscule piece of paper. A man answered on the first ring.
"Etherly here. Who is this?" the voice barked.
"Uh, hi… This is Miss Andërson, from Egret Lake. We spoke yesterday," Kiara said, her voice quavering with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. As soon as she had finished speaking, she could almost hear the man's lips curve into a smile.
"Ah, yes, Egret Lake, I remember. What are you calling in regards to, Miss Andërson?" he said, more softly this time.
"Well," she began, closing her eyes to picture the scene more vividly. "I was out walking with my dog this evening-"
"You were outside after we warned you about Mr. Edwards?" the agent interrupted, worry evident in his voice.
"Yes…" Kiara repeated. "I was with my dog, though. Anyway, I saw that boat out on the lake again, but this time, it docked in Reggie's, excuse me, Mr. Prescott's inlet."
"That's very interesting, Miss Andërson. We will be upon the matter immediately. From now on, however, please stay indoors, for your own safety," he advised forcefully.
"For my own safety? Who does he think he is, my mother?" Kiara fumed, rolling her eyes as she hung up the telephone. "I'll do whatever I jolly well please to, safe or not." She opened a cupboard and began to indignantly prepare Rochester's dog food. After eating her own supper, she walked upstairs and read herself to sleep, leaving a lamp glowing pleasantly to ease her overwrought nerves.