She powered down the tablet, put the chest away, and backed out of the room. She took flight from the balcony, soaring up and away from the building.
The Scarlet Pimpernel wasn’t far from the hotel. Angela hovered just above the roof, peering down over the ledge. She glanced left and right, and sure enough, there was Tony Solomon, strolling along the sidewalk as smugly as ever. She ducked back from the ledge as he stepped into the shop.
She waited there on the roof for several minutes, until she heard the door open again. Tony came back out of the shop empty-handed. When he was out of sight, she floated down to the sidewalk and headed inside.
“Angela!” Anna said. “Long time no see!”
She stood behind the counter, red hair hanging in a short bob, dressed in a white apron patterned with flowers. The shop was as humid as Angela remembered; she was sweating the moment she walked in the door.
“Hey, yeah, been a while,” Angela said. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, just great,” Anna said. “My husband’s dog had puppies a few weeks ago so things are pretty hectic at the house, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. What about you? Still with that girl you told me about?”
“Yeah, we’re coming up on our one year anniversary,” Angela said.
“Congrats,” Anna said. “And I trust things are going well?”
“I guess,” she said. “I’ve been doing more freelance work lately, and her father’s shop has been getting more successful, so it’s harder to make time for each other these days. But other than that, we’re fine.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find the right balance eventually,” Anna said. “Anyway, what brings you to my humble shop today?”
“Right,” Angela said. “I’m here about the guy who just left, actually. You don’t have to answer this if it violates some kind of ethical code, but I was wondering—”
“Agrimony,” Anna said.