Sally's Sleuthing

Sally felt amazing. Like some kind of secret agent or something. Except, secret agent's don't have superpowers. She had been preparing for her mission. Thanks to Catalina she had all the cameras, listening devices and other tools needed to find out pretty much everything about anyone. It had been days since she'd received her mission and already she'd learnt to much about Layla Washington.

She was young for her position. In fact she had been a teller just a few months ago. The former manager had resigned in disgrace over an embezzlement scandal and somehow she'd secured the promotion to replace him despite being one of the most junior tellers and with no experience in management whatsoever. Sally had discovered tons of personnel changes she'd made too. Most of the tellers had been female, but overall the branch had been close to 50/50 men and women. Today Sally had been unable to find any male employees, even if you counted contract staff.

It seemed relevant that Layla was a closeted lesbian. Sally didn't need magic to figure that out, she'd been there herself, years ago, she knew exactly what she was looking at. Layla had apparently gained tons of magic power and used it to surround herself with gorgeous women, although Sally had yet to find evidence of a Harem like Will's.

Sally had moved on from her online research and taken up following Layla around. For someone with magic powers she spent a lot of time actually working. Not sure a regular work week, but 12-14 hour days sometimes. Sally wasn't a banking expert, but thanks to her PI knowledge she knew enough to confirm she was actually working and not just pretending. No funny business at work either. Sally hadn't seen her use her magic or have any inappropriate relationships. Yes, she obviously ogled some of the eye candy that surrounded her, but that wasn't that unusual.

Sally had left Layla at the bank and come to her house. She'd been taking photographs from across the street, already using her invisibility. That PI wish had really given her the tools to blend in, but she had to face it, she was gorgeous. She wasn't built to blend in.

Suddenly she saw someone approaching Layla's home. The woman kept checking around herself, quite suspiciously actually. Sally snapped a few pictures of her and started to get closer. The woman avoided the front door and instead walked around the side of the house to the fence. She put her hand on the gate and looked around, of course totally unable to see Sally. Sally decided to follow her and rushed forward, so that she'd sneak in behind her as she opened the gate.

The woman opened the gate and the two of them entered the backyard before she shut it behind her. Sally followed behind slowly as the young woman approached the house. The woman picked up a rock and walked towards one of the large bay windows. CRASH. She chucked it through the window. She approached the broken window but realized she didn't want to crawl through those shards of glass. She looked around the backyard and saw a patio chair. She used the chair to make the opening bigger and then set it against the frame and use it as a bridge to climb in.

Sally followed her of course, and watched as the woman started darting through Layla's house. "Come on you bitch," The woman said to herself, "Where is it?"

Hmm, thought Sally, another person who hated Layla? She could be useful. If she doesn't get caught by the police first anyway. Whatever she was looking for, she didn't find it on the main floor. The two women went upstairs to continue the search. Finally she found what she was looking for. A small cardboard box under Layla's bed. The woman pulled it out and opened it. She reached inside and pulled out a lamp. Not a table lamp. This was an oil lamp. Specifically an ornate golden lamp. Like Aladdin. Given the existence of real magic, Sally could only imagine it was a fucking genie's lamp.

The woman thought so too. She held it like it was worth all the gold in the world. Maybe it was. She started to rub the side of it furiously. Nothing happen. She kept trying, "No. No. What the fuck?" She rubbed it even harder, her hand started looking a bit red. "FUCK!" She threw the lamp into the wall, hard enough to leave a dent. "FUCK FUCK FUCK"

Sally heard a car pull up into the driveway and peeked out the window. A police car. Looks like the stranger was in trouble. She noticed too and got off the floor. Sally backed off to make sure she didn't bump into the woman as she looked out the window, "Oh no. Shit. Fuck!"

She started to run, Sally followed. She was coming down the stairs when they heard a knock on the door. She ran for the back but saw another officer examining the broken window. She ducked into the bathroom out of sight. Her chest was heaving, she was about to have a panic attack.

Sally didn't know why, but she decided to help out. Thanks to her Master she could use her power on other people to. She suddenly reappeared in front to the stranger. "THE FUCK?" The woman screamed.

Sally put a finger over her mouth, "Shh. Idiot." She grabbed the stranger's hand and made them both invisible. "Don't make any noise. Follow me. The police won't see you." She kept hold of the stranger's hand and led her out of the bathroom. The officers had clearly heard her shout and had entered the house. They were being cautious though, moving slowly with their guns drawn.

The stranger was trembling, but managed to keep her mouth shut. The cop had left the door wide open, so Sally led her straight out the front door. They kept walking for several blocks before Sally finally stopped and made them visible again. The woman stared at Sally, "Who...who...what?"

Sally smiled, "Hi. I'm Sally. Who are you and why did you break into Layla's house?"

The woman looked around, and then sighed, "Fine. You're obviously fucking magic. You'll believe me. Nobody else does. My name is, or was, Keith Thornhill. I was Layla's boss until she took everything from me."