Moving from the group she’d just spoken to, Faith was stopped by Andy and Mike. “Hey, gentlemen.”
“Nicely done, little lady,” Mike said, Andy nodding in agreement. “We wanted you to know that we did a little asking around and, well, after everything happened with Martin, the government of Wynter basically abandoned their posts, leaving us fellows in charge.” He indicated himself and Andy.
Faith chuckled, nodding. “Oh boy.”
“Which is precisely why we pass the job onto you,” Andy added, holding out his hand, a silver key laying in the palm. “We have the authority to put someone in place. You!”
She looked down at the key. “What’s this to?”
“Your office,” Mike explained. “May be a little dusty, don’t think anyone’s been in there in years.”
She studied the key for a moment before, with a
