-part 1- | Kristy Gabres

Beneath that, an address. A warehouse in the industrial district. And a time: midnight tomorrow.

A folder slid under her apartment door. No footsteps, no shadow. Just the soft whisper of paper on wood. Kristy Gabres -Part 1-

Kristy Gabres looked at her father's photograph on the shelf. "You always said trouble finds the curious," she whispered. Then she grabbed her jacket, her old Nikon, and a lockpicking kit she hadn't touched since the Herald fired her. Beneath that, an address

Part 1 ends as Kristy steps into the night, not knowing that the blind king's supper is already being served—and she's the guest of honor. A folder slid under her apartment door

"Gabres," she answered, her voice flat as week-old soda.

"Exposed and then un-exposed," Kristy said. "What do you want?"

"That painting is a ghost," she said. "Why me?"