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Agent Bedelia

Her code name was chosen to imply a bumbling sweetness that puts her employers at ease: not a complex figure, their domestic, oh no. So well-meaning. Always getting little things wrong.

She’s cost the elite of the city something in the low seven figures–just the occasional letterbox conflagration or shoe-baking incident. They can never stay mad at their underpaid simpleton, though. She means so well!

Everybody ought to have a maid, isn’t that what they say? Bedelia and her cell agree with that. They’ve got credit cards, Swiss accounts, passwords and PINs. Soon, they’ll wipe the slate clean.