A City of Sin
The world doesn't always seem to fit the mood, the gloomy skies looking ready to pour down on a beautiful day as I stared out the window overlooking the corrupt city I called home. Of course, you're never the only story, and I wouldn't begrudge some poor sap their mood weather. Based on the color of the clouds, they had enough problems.
I would, of course, begrudge it when that poor sap decided to drag me into that miserable tale.
"Caitlyn, I need your help with something!"
The dame burst through the door to my office like the storm brewing outside. Shorter than me, with long hair bluer than the sky behind those clouds. A little pale, in the way that signalled a lac
She was trouble from her name alone, and her reputation backed that up. Of course, her other name demanded my attention. You don't say no to a Kiramman.
"What can I do for you, sis?" Especially when you shared that last name.
"I need your help finding a guy." Unusual. This dame was an infamous heartbreaker, but only for the fairer fatales. Not that I had any room to judge, but it was strange nonetheless. Out of character. Suspicious.
"What kind of guy?" I asked, not giving anything away. Information was the best card you had in this business, and keeping them close to the chest was better than any armor.
"I don't really know. But I do know he's the original mind behind Shimmer." Another suspicion piled up. As much of a troublemaker as the dame was, she was straight edge, at least for that. You needed your mind clear in a town like this if you wanted to get anything done, and she was a busy little bee. Buzzing around from point to point, never stopping for long.
"Didn't take you for a junkie." A feint, designed to pull out more information through the indignation. From the way her face contorted in disgust, it worked.
"Eww, no." she recoiled. "I have bio-science questions he needs to answer. There's something I need to do, and I can either ask this asshole for answers, or do my own unethical human experimentation."
"And what's a dame like you need with a man like that?" That was the real mystery. Motivation. Why had-
"Dame? Caitlyn, are you doing that dumb PI monologue thing in your head again?" Jinx asked, torn between confusion and mocking laughter.
"N-no, don't be ridiculous. I'm just trying to figure out why my precious little sister is looking into drug lords." I scrambled to recover. Fortunately, Jinx ignored the obvious redirect to get back on task. Shit, that meant this really was serious.
"Technically, I'm not, you are. And you're doing it because I need to figure out how to solve mortality, and I need to ask Silco's Shimmer guy some questions about how to do it." Jinx's voice was determined, keeping her off the 'Silco is the worst' tirade that Jinx had delivered enough times that you knew it by heart.
"'Solve mortality'? Anything you need to tell me?" Caitlyn thanked her lucky stars that Jinx had never been particularly good at hiding that she was keeping a secret.
Getting that secret was an exercise in futility, Jinx prided herself on not being a snitch, but a little bit of pressure was enough to let you, or more usually Mom, know that there was
something.
"I got inspired to try applying Hextech to medical purposes, replacing organs or whatever. Victor mentioned that this guy he used to know was like,
the expert, and I figured I wanted to pick his brain." The pace of your sister's word vomit was suspicious, but it lacked the complete unbelievability that came any time Jinx tried to cover something up.
"And this expert is the head of Shimmer production in Zaun?" you prompted.
"Something like that. So I decided that rather than run off and do something dangerous, I'd pass the info along to my wonderful older sister, the hardboiled detective who could track this guy down and bring him to justice… where I could then have a little chat with him." Jinx brought out her attempt at puppy eyes, which were wildly ineffective. That you had yet to ever
not do what Jinx had asked when she broke out the obvious sister flattery and pouty face was pity that Jinx thought it would ever work, not weakness.
"Well, a case is a case. Tracking someone down is an average Tuesday for Caitlyn Kiramman, Private Eye." you say with a little smirk.
"Thanks, you're the best! I'll even ask Ekko to tag along. He can write down all your melodramatic monologues.
Jinx laughed as you chased her out of your office.
A/N: I think we need to leverage our PI sister, even if she does get a little too Noir sometimes. Even if we don't do the action with her, I think we could just set Caitlyn loose on this mystery. Inspired by this comment.
Honestly though, with her being a PI and everything I wonder if Caitlyn actually would be useful with the Firelights choice.
