Voicey and Hider made a web series. Hider disappeared. And Tracy Mountford, detective, had been hired by Commercial Intelligence Solutions to find Hider.
Trace ambushed Duff with these baffling words.
But Duff merely narrowed her eyes.
“You’re the walking, breathing database of crime fiction, a know-it-all obsessive, stuck in a dead-end job at Paytel - and me, the world’s biggest crime ignoramus, scores a job as a detective, without even trying!”
Understatement never lasted long with Trace.
Duff’s lips pursed a micrometre. Details, please.
Trace slid rapidly through the facts: She’d done a security short course and her boss Bob had wrangled her into a placement…
“Security?” Duff asked.
Scoring jobs was one of Trace’s superpowers. She couldn’t, didn’t do anything for long, but she was always doing something. And she was the queen of courses. She’d managed to finish undergrad psych, famously. But there’d also been live captioning, grape-grafting, troubled-teen-counselling, video production, aikido... Duff dubbed her the Most Qualified Woman in Melbourne.
Trace wasn’t going to explain the security course to Duff. She had family for that. For sighs and frowns and rolling of the eyes and why couldn’t she just settle? She was 30 now, after all… None of them ever approved, they were never on her side.
She had Duff for that.
Duff didn’t care that Trace did courses and couldn’t keep a man, or a woman. Or a cat. That she didn’t have a deposit down on a house. Well, Duff might have cared, but she didn’t say anything.
Trace was fine. She’d be fine.
She’d give the detective thing a go, for Bob.
Then: next please!