Charlie

"Charlie," Ethan answers.

Sam frowns. "Charlotte Quintero?"

Hearing Charlie's full name sounds so weird to Ethan that it almost makes him fall out of his chair. "Yeah..."

"Hm," Sam returns her gaze to her computer. "I take it you're the one who got half of that four hundred dollars I paid her yesterday."

"I am, yeah." Ethan still has some aches from helping her.

"Well, I'm not the unemployment office. I don't find people jobs.

"I see..." Ehtan had avoided that word.

Sam glances up for a moment, her blue eyes looking stern. "However, since you don't seem to have a problem with manual labor, I do have a task you can do for me."

"A 'task'?" Ethan isn't sure what that could possibly mean.

"A few years ago, the basement of this building was reorganized. Poorly." She shakes her head. "It was before my time here. Anyways, a rather important piece of town history was misplaced during the shuffle, one that is very important to the town. I would like you to find it."

Ethan feels his jaw slack. This sounds more like a side quest in an RPG rather than a job. Well, she did use the word 'task'. "What is it?"

"A bust." She sniffs. "Of one of our town's founding mothers."

"Aha," Ethan can see how that might be important. "And it's in the basement?"

"Correct."

"Why hasn't anybody gone to find it already?"

Sam sighs, then looks up. "It's quite heavy. And quite lost."

"Ah..." Ethan sighs. "And how much will I be-"

"Twenty if you find it. Another twenty if you bring it to me."

Frowning, Ethan doesn't like the sound of that. Forty bucks is better than nothing, but is that the best she can do?