But Bun still refused to come out.
Exhaustion finally took over Bettie, as her efforts to coax Bun remained unsuccessful. She sighed, Leaving the cat snacks on the floor under the table before collapsing onto the sofa. Is Tyrone bothering you again?
Yes, hes persistent. But dont worry. I wont let his antics sway me.
He wants me to treat him to three meals. If he continues to harass me after that, I will emigrate once I finish investigating my fathers death.
She was on her own now, free to explore new horizons with only herself to take care of.
If she emigrated to another country, Tyrone wouldnt be able to bother her.
By the way, I asked my friend for you. He knows a great private detective. Ill give you his contact information.
Great!
Bettie pulled out her phone and sent the details to Sabrinas number.
The detectives profile picture had a black background with a white circle and an eye in the middle. The eyeball seemed to be staring at Sabrina. It was unsettling and gave her the creeps.
His ID was Prophet.
Sabrina sent him a request, and the detective soon accepted.
She introduced herself with a simple message. Hello, Im Sabrina Chavez.
He replied promptly, Darren Williams.
Sure. When?
Lets meet at nine tomorrow morning at 5 A.M. Cafe.
Agreed.
See you.
After arranging the meeting for the next day, Sabrina spent some time playing with Bun. She showed Bun around the apartment and fed it before preparing to go to bed.
Bun was feeling a bit insecure and restless. It hooked its tiny claws onto the bed sheet.
Sabrina sighed when she noticed the bed sheet had been snagged by Buns sharp claws.