What is that detective up to? He hasn't confirmed by request for a case. He hasn't even told me if Walus Knight will be taking on the case. What is taking so long? Breathless nervously paced in her penthouse. Well, technically it was no more her penthouse then it all belonged to Mister Parallax and his fat wallet. Breathless stood up late in the night as she watched the city lights. It would be well in the morning until Mister Parallax would come for breakfast. Plus, in another week would be the monthly meeting for the possibility of marriage. Mister Parallax warned that he couldn't keep living on forever. He would need to have an answer in order to ensure that she receive what was rightfully hers.

Breathless shuddered at the thought of marriage to the old man. It was one thing to allow Mister Parallax to be her patron. He would take care of things like bills and travel flees. But Mister Parallax had been through more wives than Breathless had cared to count. The stories how his collection of wives was a comfort to Breathless. He had an army of them throughout the country and he would basically have a harem at this rate. But she managed to escape his charming ways by her accident. She was no longer undamaged goods like Mister Parallax loved to marry. She was broken.

Mister Parallax kept her around now out of pity or kindness. He was there when the whole thing happened. So now . . . Well, Breathless knew now he had decided to add her to his long line of wives. Mister Parallax would start to change everything soon. As Breathless was one of his oldest artists, she had seen the pattern before. The old man was a lover of the arts from song, dance, to painting. Anything he found amusing became his target. He would go out of his way to find young women and shape them into his ideal project. They would raise up or fall. But Mister Parallax was there to keep the ones he enjoyed most.

Now there was Breathless. She was not the first singer of his to make it to Top Idol. Nor was she the last. But the old man had the mad money to burn on his strange adventures and desires. How did Mister Parallax become so rich in his wallet. May people believed it had to do with stock and trade. Others thought it had to do with some hidden treasure he found ages ago. But the truth was no one really knew much about Mister Parallax. The old man showed up one day to Watts City with his pockets filled with gold and credits and he bought his way into society. No one knew where Mister Parallax came from. All other facts were blurred about the old man.

Breathless herself knew a few secrets about and his hidden affairs. She being one of his favorite artist got to enjoy knowing all the bits and pieces no one else knew. Breathless had no mind to deal with all the information after all the things she learned. She simply wanted to be done with singing for the old man and Igor.

She twisted her hands together as she paced around the rich place filled with gifts and jewelry all about. It was designed in such a way where subtleness was an understatement of gold and riches. It was overflowing with too many things. Too many things that Breathless no longer wanted in her life. Maybe when she was still navie and understood Mister Parallax less. Maybe when she thought of him as a sweet grandfather wanting the she best for his granddaughter. Not some elderly man wanting warm flesh to keep his bed warm at night. She shook her head at the thought.

Still he was a better patron then most had when they entered into the world of music. Most had to do much more very disenchanting actions to get through the business. She just had to sing to an old man and go on with his favorite song. She had nothing else she had to deal with. Breathless turned on her heel again as she sat down and her Palm Planner screen popped up.

The headline with Kid popped up. Breathless covered her mouth and shook her head. Now it must be fake news. She started to research the police records and the call she set. Her emails to the police station were gone. She reread the headline and it clicked Olivia wasn't alive. Breathless bit her finger and froze. She was going to lose her mind if she did not manage to find a solution. Kid might be dead soon. She might lose everything she ever care about! She hired the Knight Detectives to do this work. It had to be fine! She did not have to ware herself down. But she could not sit here and take it.