Blair stared at the metal walls of the elevator, waiting for her floor to come up. 

Her hands fisted around the paper bag that held the cheap bottle of whiskey she just purchased as she recounted the events that took place today. The vision she had today kept coming back to her as she tried to link all the bits and pieces, but she came out with absolutely nothing. One thing that she was almost certain of is that Chris was in no way safe and she hoped Evans had sent some sort of protection. She should have found out his last name and cursed her stupidity. 

The elevator dinged and she stepped out only to find Alberto standing next to a man and woman in front of her apartment. 

She walked towards them, her stomping boots causing Alberto to look up. 

“Ah, Blair,” Alberto said, walking up to them, “Tienes clientas,” before wishing her good luck and retreating into his apartment that was exploding with all sorts of noise. 

Blair raised her brows as she scanned the couple from head to toe and hid her bag of whiskey behind her thighs. 

 The woman who rushed towards her had her hair put into a messy bun that seemed to be unwashed and heavily tangled. She was wearing baggy clothing that almost swallowed her up, as she looked at Blair with wide blue eyes and fidgeting hands. The man walked behind her pushing his hand through his black hair that currently stood up at the weirdest angles. His blue polo shirt had wrinkles everywhere, and he seemed to be sporting an unshaved beard. 

“P.I. Martinez from Crespo Investigations?” The man asked hesitantly, adjusting his thick black-framed glasses, “I’m Karl Forman and this is my wife Linda,” he put his arm around the blonde woman named Linda as she stepped forward with a hesitant smile, “Our daughter’s missing and we were wondering if you could help.” 

Blair arched her brows. 

“Did you report this to the police?” she asked, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag. 

Linda nodded, “Yes, but there hasn’t been any progress lately, so we decided to get extra help.” Her eyes were bloodshot and the couple seemed to be sporting deep dark circles under their eyes. 

“The police referred you to me?” Blair asked, narrowing her eyes as she played with her keys. 

“No,” Karl replied, digging his fingers in the back pocket of his jeans, “Debby did. Debby Jones. She was a former client, I believe? She said you were the best in the business.” 

Blair scoffed lightly, “Ms Polyester? What do you know,” she walked past them to unlock her newly installed office door, “Come on in, and mind the cat.”

The couple glanced worriedly at each other, before following her inside. 

Blair dropped her things on the orange sofa, before walking towards her desk and removing her leather jacket. Shooing Topher away from her chair, she sat down, the Formans following suit. She rummaged through her drawers and piles of papers to find a notepad and pen. Placing them on the desk, she waited for the Formans to slowly take their seats on the black leather chairs in front of her, and looked around with wide eyes and frowns on their faces. 

Linda held her leather purse tightly, and Karl’s eyes were on Topher before they landed on Blair’s face. 

Blair clicked her pen and cleared her throat, “Start at the beginning.” 

Linda fidgeted in her seat slightly as she got out a photo from her purse. 

Taking a deep breath she said, “Our daughter, Stephanie, moved here to study at NYU on a full mathematics scholarship,” she gave the photo to Blair with shaking hands. The photo was of a young woman holding a massive mathlete's trophy. She had jet black hair that was tied in a tight ponytail, tan skin, and blue eyes that were covered by thick black-framed glasses, “She graduated at the top of her class,” Linda added proudly, leaning in to watch Blair’s reaction to the photo. 

Blair only pursed her lips as she jotted down on her notepad: 

Stephanie, 18-19.

“She usually calls in weekly to check-in, but it’s been about a month since she last called,” Karl added, rubbing his hands over his jeans.

“Was anything off the last time she called?” Blair asked, putting the photo down next to her notepad. 

“Not at all,” Linda quickly answered, “She was completely fine, nothing out of the ordinary,” her voice broke slightly. 

Blair pursed her lips as she pushed a tissue box towards Linda and waited till she grabbed two and dabbed her now watering eyes. 

“Has she been in contact with anyone suspicious recently?” she asked, scribbling down on her notepad at the shake of their heads, “Has she been in any relationships recently? Any boyfriend or girlfriend?” 

“Not that we know of,” Linda responded, sniffing, “She was never the type to date. She never had the time.” 

Blair tightened her lips, as she continued scribbling down her notepad, “Does she live with any roommates?” 

“Yes, she shares a flat with her college classmates,” Karl responded, holding Linda’s hand, “But when we went to check if they knew anything, they had no idea what had happened to her.” 

Blair narrowed her eyes, “Even though they live together?”

“Stephanie was never very good at making friends, either,” Karl added, raising his glasses, “She spends a lot of time alone studying.” 

“So no friends and no relationships,” Blair murmured to herself, giving sceptical looks at the couple. 

They only stared at her, though, their brows furrowed.

“Could you give me the address of the apartment?” she asked, and quickly scribbled down the address that Karl recited to her. It was very near to the university, which meant almost a day trip for Blair and she suppressed a groan. 

Blair cleared her throat before leaning back in her chair and feigned disinterest by picking at her nails, “Does she have any sort of special ability?”

The couple had just stared wide-eyed at her. 

Seconds passed before Karl managed to snap back to his senses, squirming in his seat as he stammered, “No. Why do you ask?” 

She quickly glanced at Linda who had suddenly taken an interest in Topher cleaning his private parts. 

Blair resisted the urge to roll her eyes and leaned forward to write on her notepad: 

Ella puede tener poderes especiales.

“I’m just trying to get any important details down,” she replied, narrowing her eyes, “We wouldn’t want to miss anything.” 

Linda smiled a little too brightly at her before giving a quick glance to Karl. 

“What did the police say when you went to report this?” she asked instead, leaning back into her chair. 

“They said that there was no evidence of a crime being committed nor any obvious supernatural activity but that they would still look into it,” Karl answered, while Linda blew into a brand new piece of tissue loudly. 

“How long has it been since you contacted them?” 

“It’s been about two weeks now.” 

“And you say that it’s been a month since she last called you?” 

“Yes.” 

Blair raised her left eyebrow and sighed. 

Looks like she wasn’t the only one being put on the bottom of the priority ladder at the police department. She bent down and started rummaging through her drawers, looking through the numerous papers discarded inside. 

 “I charge hourly, and that’s including expenses,” she mumbled as she found a copy of her standard contract. 

The Formans both looked up at her, surprised, “You’ll take the case?” 

Blair nodded before placing the contract on her desk, “I’ll find your daughter.”