There was an electric hum in the air as Miranda stepped out of the elevator on her floor that morning, and she wondered just what was going on to put everyone in a good mood, even as they scurried to make it look like they were prepared for her appearance that morning. That told her there might be movement on the Snowflake Designs mystery, and she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her lips as she stepped inside her office, tossing her coat and purse on Camilla's desk before entering her office and starting to brew a fresh pot of coffee, even though she knew that her usual Starbucks order would arrive in the next twenty minutes, now that she was in the office. There was still something about a good Turkish coffee that even the most talented barista couldn't replicate.

After pouring the first cup, she took a seat behind her desk and logged onto her computer and began to scroll through her emails, returning the ones that were most pressing before opening her editorial for the next edition of Runway, and beginning to work on it once more. She had just managed to get in the flow of writing when Emily appeared in her office, a pleased grin on her face. "May I help you?" Miranda asked acerbically as Emily took a seat in front of her desk. It almost appeared as if the young woman was trembling from poorly concealed excitement as she handed over Miranda's usual coffee order.

"This took me all night, so I'm running on adrenaline and too much caffeine right now, but I think that I found our Penelope."

Miranda cocked her head to one side as she picked up her other coffee, taking a sip of it before pulling her reading glasses off her face and tapping an arm against her lips as she regarded Emily, expecting her to start telling Miranda about what she had found out. That didn't seem to be the case, however, and she let out a silent sigh as she licked her lips and tried not to frown, even though she was becoming more and more irritated. "Would you care to tell me more about your discovery? Perhaps at a quicker pace?"

"Oh, yes!" Emily replied, the smile on her lips never wavering as she handed over the tablet to Miranda. "Now, this woman lives in Quantico, Virginia, but she was here last month to premiere a play that she had written. It received quite good reviews."

"And how did you make the connection between the Penelope collection and this Penelope Garcia?" Miranda asked lowly, swiping through the pictures that Emily had collated through the night. There was something endearing about the whimsical woman displayed there, even if she did have more than interesting fashion choices, more so than what the designer had created in homage to her.

"Well, the longer I looked at the designs in that collection, the more familiar it felt to me, and that was when I realized that I had met someone who dressed like that last month. Serena likes to watch avant garde theatre, and that play definitely qualified as such. Once I made that connection, I searched through our Playbills until I found the one from that performance and pulled it out, which is how I managed to find her full name, Penelope Garcia. I mean, look at those glasses! It has to be her!"

"And did you do any more digging into her background, other than find me these pictures that don't really tell me much more than this woman has an extremely quirky sense of fashion."

"You don't have to be kind about her sartorial sense, Miranda. Even I can see that it is over the top and that the mystery designer has done an excellent job in distilling her distinctive style into something that is runway ready." Emily looked extremely guilty, though, which told Miranda that other than finding these few pictures from the New York City premier of her play. "But, no, I didn't do any deeper dive into the woman, since I knew that I had to get some sleep. However, a courier is scheduled to arrive in ten minutes with a copy of her play. I didn't know if it would add anything to our search, but I thought that it might help?"

"We'll have to see about that. That's all," she said dismissively as she focused in the last picture Emily had included in the slide show. It was of her, Serena, and the woman, and she could see that this must have been from an after party, which would have been quite the invite to receive. There wasn't anything familiar about the woman to Miranda's eyes, and she set the tablet aside as she reached out and picked up her phone, hurriedly dialing Andrea's number.

"Sachs here."

"Andrea, I have a new lead for you to chase down. Emily believes that she's discovered the name of the muse for the first collection from Snowflake Designs."

"That soon?"

"I was rather surprised with her competency as well. But it turns out that it's a good thing that she and Serena see the more out there shows on Broadway, since that made this search much easier than the proverbial needle in a haystack."

"If it's the right woman."

"I have reason to believe that it is. I'll forward you the pictures that Emily collated, along with her name, and I'll need you to do the deep dive into her life that Emily didn't do last night."

"I suppose that this is more pressing than my deadline?"

"Use your discretion, Andrea. I have a play to read, after all, once my editorial is finished."

"Sounds good."

Andrea hung up without saying goodbye, and Miranda frowned at the phone before settling the receiver back on the cradle of the base. She would have to have a long conversation with the woman about phone etiquette when they spoke next, and she shook her head as she slipped her reading glasses back onto her face and settled into her editorial once more. Again, it wasn't too long before she found herself interrupted by her phone ringing, and she frowned as she leaned back in her chair and answered. "This had better be good, I am now officially running late on this editorial," she growled, assuming that the caller was Nigel or Emily.

"I'd say that it is far from good. That woman who Emily seems to think is the muse for Snowflake Designs? She works for the FBI, and is attached to the Behavioral Analysis Unit. If she truly is the person we think she is, and based on the pictures that Emily sourced, I'm inclined to believe that she is, I think that you may have stumbled into something much larger than you anticipated."

"Not necessarily," Miranda airily replied. "After all, it would make sense that a serious FBI agent wouldn't want it know that they're designing fashion as a side business."

"I never took you to be an optimist," Andrea quipped. "Well, it's good to know that some things can change. We'll have lunch this afternoon to go over more of my findings, I just wanted to let you know the preliminary results."

"And where are we meeting for this lunch?"

"I'll be bringing by your usual lunch at your usual time. That should allow you to finish your editorial, and me to finish my article. Have a good day until then, and I'll talk to you soon."

"Yes. Have a good morning." They ended the call, and she let out a sharp sigh, knowing that Andrea was most likely right. This new piece of the puzzle certainly did point to something odd being afoot, and she desperately wanted to see where it would lead next.