Chapter 67 The List

• On the second knock, the door opened. A woman appeared, silver hair pulled into a no-nonsense bun, square glasses perched on her nose, and a cat lounged around her shoulders.
• She didn't look elderly, not quite. More like the kind of woman who could still hike a mountain or give a teenage boy a run for his ego in a denim contest.
• "Can I help you?" Her tone wasn't unkind. The cat narrowed its eyes at me as though it had a badge and I was under arrest.