In the previous episode, Vera went back to Marta’s place to search for clues. While she was looking around, she saw someone coming out of Marta’s apartment. As suggested by the readers, it was Celeste, Marta’s sister.
It was Celeste coming out of Marta’s apartment! That grimace was recognizable anywhere.
Crouched behind a dumpster, Vera shut her eyes and held her breath, hoping Celeste would pass without noticing her. Unfortunately, an elderly couple walking by thought Vera was a homeless person.
“God bless you,” said the woman, as she forced a dollar into her palm.
Vera tried to hush them as they walked away, but as Celeste came down the steps and rounded the corner, she stopped to see what the elderly couple had been looking at. The lips on her face flat-lined–not that she had been singing “Zippity Do Dah” as she came down the steps.
“And what the hell do you think you’re doing here?” she said.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“I wanted to see if I could find any clues about what happened.”
They both stood there in silence for a second, Vera un-crouching and straightening herself.
“But are you really allowed to cross the police tape?”
“No,” Celeste rolled her eyes, as if Vera were a high school hall monitor. “But those cops are pretty inept. And it’s my baby sister.”
Vera suddenly realized that despite Celeste’s gruff exterior, deep down the woman did care about Marta.
“Did you find anything?” asked Vera.
Just then, the door in the brownstone next door opened and Fern came out, unaware that Vera and Celeste could see him. Bounding down the stairs, he whistled a melody to himself before turning the corner and heading up the steps toward Marta’s apartment.
“What are you doing, Fern?” asked Celeste.
With his back to Celeste and Vera, Fern slowly turned around, as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He put his hands in his pockets and stutter-shuffled back down the stairs. The two women waited for him to respond to Celeste’s question.
“Fern?” said Vera.
“I’m just . . . so worried about her.” He started to sob, putting his head right into Vera’s chest.
“Get a hold of yourself,” said Celeste, prying Fern from Vera. “Why were you really going into my sister’s apartment?”
“We were so close,” he said. “I’m having a tough time with this.”
“Well, you’re not supposed to go past the police tape.” Vera wiped the area on her chest where Fern had planted his face.
“I wanted to see if I could find any clues.”
Apparently Vera was the only one who willfully abided by this rule.
“I’ll go back to my place then,” said Fern, wiping his eyes. “Let me know if you find anything.”
Fern scuttled back to his brownstone, the door shutting abruptly when he went inside.
“Well, something’s definitely up with him,” said Celeste.
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