Bingo. That's more of what she wanted to hear. Now she could really begin her work. Marietta stood up straight, pulling herself to her full height and though it wasn't much and though it wasn't nearly as tall as he was, she was not intimidated by him in the least. She may still have been slightly queasy from the nightmares that evening, but she had always known how to work through her troubles and she'd be damned if she let him show her up.
"Oh so now you're ready to play are you? Well it's a bit late for that, I think. Your sister isn't here, Zacharias. I moved her this morning after you failed to contact me for, oh, seven hours because you apparently found something to be more important than her safety."
Marietta moved aside so he could see inside her fairly good sized flat. "You're welcome to check if you think I'm lying, but I'm certainly not. She's being kept—er, safe—with some friends of my father's. You know the ones I mean, he met them during the war and wished so desperately to become one of them. I'm certain they are treating her with the utmost hospitality, of course."