While she acted the fool, she slowly, deliberately edged toward the second master bedroom. Every step was masked by exaggerated curiosity.
She paused often, pretending that random decorations had caught her attention.
At one point, she even drifted close to Garin and laughed.
"If you give me a little convenience," she joked, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "maybe I'll just skip this whole inspection."
She laughed again, sounding every bit like a corrupt officer fishing for favors.
Mr. Crow, perched discreetly on her shoulder, worked silently.
His perception swept through the mansion layer by layer.
Watching Lana perform so convincingly, he almost felt like applauding.
'No wonder she fooled me back then,' he mused. 'This woman is terrifyingly good.'
Garin, on the other hand, was increasingly convinced.
His lips curled in a polite smile, though disgust flickered briefly in his eyes.
"You may take a look at whatever you like," he said generously.
