“Why is treasure always deep in caves or in rooms atop a spire?” Lorelei grumbled.
“They’d hardly stick it in the hall closet.” Talking made it harder to climb, but kept her calm.
“Why not? We never ransack normal homes.”
“Fair point.” I looked down on the glossy twist of two rivers far, far below.
“What does the item we’re after do?” she asked.
“Maybe it keeps lovers from roaming.” I slid in the window.
“Why not just cut ‘em loose and find better?”
“Sentimentality, I suppose.”
I watched her fall, my once clever girl, then took the elevator down.