Re: The Forgotten/The Detective Name on ticket: Detective Sarah J. Amoux Preferred pronoun: She/her Appearance, including apparent height, build & attire: Always preceded by a cloud of steely blue smoke, a cigarette dangling from Sarah’s lips is a near permanent fixture. So are the sleeves of her blouse and jacket pushed up high, exposing tanned forearms. Her pants are a narrow cut, and her shoes are brown loafers with a sensible heel even though she’s barely 5’3 and could have gotten away with some serious fuck-me pumps. (Her partner insists they’re ‘Mom Shoes’, but he’s a pig with shit for brains.) Sarah carries a spiral bound notepad in her back pocket, and it’s already brimming with jotted shorthand from the interviews she’s conducted in her preliminary sweep of the train. A silver pen is tucked behind her ear, half hidden under the blunt edge of her brunette bob. One detail for the keen eye: The third finger on her left hand has a strip of skin that’s paler than the rest, like she only recently took off a wedding band. Location on the train: Wrapped around a bottle of Lagavulin 16 in the first class lounge.