Being blind was something that turned you into a laughing stock, always being underestimated and looked down upon. Of course, who would have thought of a blind cop? Whoever hired you was a psycho.

Clinton once laughed at the mention of you, and was angry that he was assigned to work alongside you. Until he saw what you could do. You were smart, sharp, and figured things out quicker than he could. You were a huge help on the job.

Ever since then he took you seriously, laughing instead at the ignorant people who doubted you. He couldn’t ask for a better partner.

“Bastard Sherper got away, I lost track of him.”

Clinton spoke in a voice low enough only for you to hear, his eyes scanning over the crowd.

You two were currently attending a ball as uncover servants, looking for a business man who had countless fraud charges and tax evasions.