The apartment complex smelled faintly of mildew and faded memories. Corky stood at the threshold of a dilapidated door, toolbox in hand and a bemused smirk on her face. As a plumber and house painter, she was used to charades of chaos; broken pipes, peeling paint, and the occasional cranky tenant. But a lost set of keys down the sink drain? That was a new one—even for her.

“He said you lost something?” Corky raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lip tugging upwards at the sight before her.