’No wonder Inky said he wanted to come find Director Lowell.’
Quentin Lowell chuckled. "This stuff isn’t expensive. I bought it online."
Renee Jennings smiled. "It looks like you and Inky are getting along great, Director Lowell."
Quentin Lowell stood up from his executive chair, walked to the electric kettle, and pressed the button. "Kane, have a seat."
"Alright." Renee Jennings sat down on the armchair, and a moment later, Inky landed on her lap.
She tapped the little guy’s head with her finger and explained to Quentin Lowell, "Inky was looking for me earlier, but Henry and I were meeting with the suspect’s family."
"Ah, so that’s what it was." Quentin Lowell nodded and smiled. "That’s fine. You two talk. I’ll make the tea."
"Okay." Renee Jennings lowered her gaze to Inky.
Inky met her gaze and began to report of his own accord. "Renee, last night Robin saw that male sitting on the balcony drinking..."
Inky recounted what he had seen last night at Willow’s house.
After he finished, Renee Jennings’s slender eyebrows slowly furrowed, and her voice grew heavy. "Are you saying that the male got drunk, smashed a freezer with a stool, and was cursing someone named Polly Eames?"
Inky nodded his little head. "Yes, that’s right."
Seeing Renee Jennings’s serious expression, Quentin Lowell asked, "What’s going on?"
Renee Jennings explained the situation with Willow and her brother to him.
When Quentin Lowell heard this, he also frowned. "Something’s definitely not right. If Polly Eames is the children’s biological mother, why would she just abandon them and leave?"
He had handled countless cases. Most involved fathers abandoning their families; cases of mothers abandoning their husbands and children were extremely rare.
His intuition told him something must have happened to Polly Eames.
"Have Inky keep an eye on them," Quentin Lowell said thoughtfully. "You guys find a way to talk with the siblings."
"Understood," Renee Jennings nodded.
Inky piped up, seeking credit, "Robin has been watching! When Robin came to find you, Robin asked friends to follow those two human cubs."
"Inky, you’re amazing." Renee Jennings gave him a thumbs-up. "As expected of my number one little bird detective."
Inky was a little embarrassed by the praise and said humbly, "It’s nothing, really. I’m just a little bit amazing!"
Renee Jennings’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Then you stay here and play with the Director. I have to go."
"You’re not staying a little longer?" Quentin Lowell asked.
Renee didn’t have much to talk about with him, so she shook her head. "No, Director Lowell. I ended my stream abruptly last night, so I have to make it up to everyone."