Arriving in front of Liz's office, Heather felt a strange sense of nostalgia wash over her as she passed the empty storefront. Elizabeth Masters: Private Investigation Services. It still felt odd reading her friend's name for her one-woman firm. It was kinda tacky, in her opinion, but Liz was never known for good taste even in her own choice of clothes. It was fitting, to say the least. Going behind the building, Heather began ascending the stairs leading up to the apartment units situated above the detective's office. She would've sprinted the whole four flights, but she didn't have the stamina for it anymore. Even now, her heart pounded from the brisk walk that she undertook just to get there faster. Curse her new sedentary lifestyle. Still, her mind eventually
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