Here is chapter two!
I hope you'll enjoy!

Dawn was nearly cracking the sky; sadly you couldn't tell the difference since the balance was shifted due to the Primal Stone. He woke up, sore but refreshed. A black cat was sleeping next to him. Felix he supposed, if he heard her right. Garrett got up in a silent move, waking up the feline beast who reminded him of himself in his course. The man dragged his body to the window, gaze of large yellow eyes following him, lifted it and leaped out like an ungraceful cat. The lady woke up several hours later. She stretched slightly, and listened around her. She heard men talking, conversation about daily news coming from the radio. Lydia got up and went to her bedroom door, pressed her ear and heard nothing but some light noises. She opened it. Garrett was nowhere to be found. Her eyes travelled to the bed. Felix was home! A smile brightened her face; she sat on the bed, Felix rubbing on her side. The window was closed; he must've got out that way. The cat purred next to her, she petted him in a delicate way. Who was he? She didn't know why it troubled her that much that a man found cover in her home yesterday and she didn't even think twice about it when it happened. He intrigued her even if he smelled like trouble.

Lydia passed a lazy hand in the strands of hair falling on her face, her up do messed up by her sleep, repositioning them. A yawn came out of her guts. Sleeping on the couch sure wasn't the most exciting thing to do. She looked at her cat again and decided to cook herself some breakfast. The eggs were nearly done when Rose came in, knocking delicately on the door before entering. Lydia sighed, smiled at her maid and went through the daily routine. Accompanied by the older woman, she ate her meal; while Rose read the paper. It was always the same. She then got up, washed her plate and went to her room to do her toilette. Her hair went loose and she combed them slowly with a big golden brush; then pinned them in the same way. She washed her face in the porcelain basin on her cabinet. While drying her traits, Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was slim, feminine and had some infant details to it. Her skin seemed lighter than usual. She shrugged and started powdering her nose. Rustling noises brushed against her ear, making her stop her action every time until she turned, a little bit frustrated, and saw the cat playing with something. His back was facing her. She deposed her things on the dark wooden piece of furniture and went to Felix. The feline was amusing himself with a folded paper, she giggled, sheepish look on her face when her cat seemed to give her a give-it-back face.
"I'm sorry sweet pea; I'm a little bit on edge this morning."
She then got back to her routine. Her nose was powdered and her eyes were prepped up. She wasn't planning on going anywhere but she needed to feel pretty, it couldn't harm anyone to do so once in a while. Her mind went to Garrett again; so many question, no answers. The green iris gazed in the distance and then trailed off to the folded paper. Where did Felix find this anyway? Rose always made sure the room was completely clean; it couldn't be something she'd forgotten either, she never really interacted with paper in her room. Her small hand unfolded it.
"It's a business card..." She mumbled.
"Is everything okay Ma'am?" The maid inquired, almost listening through the thin walls.
"Yes Rose." Her tone was rigid.
She spun the little car in front of her chest multiple times, looking at her reflection in the cabinet glass. Maybe the answers she sought were there.

The young woman spent all day painting. She felt creative, but most importantly she needed to occupy herself to wait the right time to go on her little truth quest. Rose doubted something was boiling inside the head of the woman in front of her, but decided to say nothing about it.

Dusk finally came and the big long case clock rang the seventh hour of the afternoon. Lydia jumped from her chair, behind the concerned look of her companion. She dressed herself with a floor length black dress, picked a black cart-wheel hat that hided her face with a classy way and some black gloves. When a lady from a rich family needed to go out for things like that, she didn't need to be recognized around town. She'd maybe even end up in the paper if it happened.
"Miss Carver out on the streets snooping around!"
She brushed the idea away and got out of her room after taking the little card with her. Rose looked at her in a suspicious way.

"Rose I won't be back before late this night, could you please keep an eye on Felix? I don't want him wandering off again. Just make sure that every window is closed before you go to sleep."
The maid nodded, not sure if she needed to inquire about the sneaky look of the lady. The only thing she managed to slip out before Lydia opened the door was a silent
"Be careful Ma'am."
Lydia looked down at the little card; it showed the name The Crippled Burrick on it in some kind of cheap calligraphy. She knew where it was, her father used to go there to drink with some other rich folks and sometimes the little girl followed him only because she was curious. She also knew that since the gloom started things massively changed in town; including places like that.
Lydia walked with a careful and quick pace through the small alleys, meeting guard from the Watch, some looked at her lustily, and others didn't even mind her. She seemed like a snake, fluidly walking, plastering the corners. That's when she saw the big sign matching with the card. Her classy figure seemed too clean for this kind of filthy place. Rats were crawling everywhere and that's when she started to regret her adventure truthfully. She pushed the large door and stepped inside, everyone in the building looked at her. She slowly walked to the bar, feeling the gazes following her. Some men were talking about trashy stuff they'd to do her, she cringed under her hat. She had the card in hand and showed it to the barman; he looked at her weirdly and turned the little piece of crippled paper in his hands. Basso was written on the back when she found it; she thought that he might know who it was.
"I'm sorry my lady but I don't know any Basso here."
A man nearby scoffed at his words. "What business does a bourgee like you have to accomplish here?" The barman inquired.
"It has to do with a man named Garrett." She was astonished by how solid and classy her voice sounded. The tall man in front of her looked at the other one who was sitting next to her. He finished his beer, got up and went to the back door. Minutes later he came back and gave her a sign to come.
"The boss is expecting you."
Lydia looked at him from underneath her large hat and smiled lightly, nodding. A foul smell engulfed the building. She slithered between the walls to get to the office. A round man was standing up working on some papers; his eyes went to her silhouette when her heels touched the cement.
"Miss..." He greeted.
She lifted her chin higher. It was a sign of dominance, she didn't like it but in places like this, innocence didn't have its place.
"Basso I presume."
"The one and only!" He chuckled.
She hummed something that looked like a scoff.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your," She paused, gesturing his paperwork with a circular move "important work, but I just need some information."
He was looking at her, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
"They told me you wanted to see me about Garrett?" It was more of a question than a statement.
"Perhaps, do you know him?"
"What do you want lady?" His voice was precautious now.
She took a light step back, fidgeting with her gloves. The man was still looking at her, waiting for a response. That's when she started to explain, she told him everything, or almost everything about the encounter, but mostly that she just wanted an explanation. Basso laughed when she finished.
"That's the Garrett I know, even thought you were lucky enough to even find him."
Lydia raised an eyebrow under the shadow of her hat. He knew even if he didn't saw it.
"My dear, the guy you helped out wasn't just some ordinary leathered costumed guy, you know..."
He paused, closing some heavy finance books.
"Garrett is my most skilled thief."
Her hand crisped on each other.
"I can even say that he's the best thief in miles," he walked away from her and returned with a medium poster; handing it too her, a drawing of Garrett was on it. "He didn't get the status of Master Thief by doing community work eh?"
A bounty of 5000 gold coins was on his head; dead or alive. She stared at his intense drawn gaze.
"I'm sorry you didn't hear what you expected to hear my dear."
She still had the poster in hands and looked at him in the eyes.
"Do you have any ideas where to find him?"
Basso leaned on the brick wall behind him.
"You want to pay him a little visit?"
Lydia looked away.
"Miss, he's pretty much a volatile kind of person. He's always on the run and is only active at night you know..." He had that way of finishing his phrases with you know, Lydia started to hate it.
"I'll be clear with you; Garrett isn't the kind of person who likes company. He's a loner, and doesn't trust anyone but him actually. I've known him forever and it's like we've never really got to know each other. A classy, rich woman like you is only a target for him."
She scoffed and gave him the poster back. By the way he opened the books again she could've told that Basso wanted to end the conversation here. Sadly she didn't know if he tried to protect her, or to protect his best employee. Her heels clacked on the floor on her way to the stair that leaded her outside; at the first step she stopped.
"You might say that I'm a target, but he slept a whole night in my room, safe filled with expensive pieces jewelleries," She pressed hard on that word "and nothing even moved, not even from an inch."
Basso was looking at her again; she was setting her black silky gloves. Lydia started to walk up the stairs again, slowly but was interrupted by the man's voice.
"The Clock Tower."
She was smiling underneath, satisfied with herself, being able to pull off answers from a business man like him; and she didn't even needed to pull out her charms.