There's nothing like summer in the city. It casts a certain haze that makes everything feel full of importance and slightly unreal, like the events of the day have no effect on any others. Every day the men come downtown for college and work and in the evenings head back home. It was watching the ebb and flow of this rhythm from my office window that calmed me after working on solving a particularly heinous crime.

However, I was in a pretty decent mood having just yesterday provided testimony to put away Levi Weeks, the first murderer in our post-revolution America, when during my normal surveillance of the city I spotted trouble heading downtown. The dame was walking with purpose and that, combined with her simple dress that belied her elegance, caught my attention. What could she be looking for? I mused as she strolled closer to my building and out of my line of sight. I was answered a moment later by a gentle but insisting knock at my door.

"Come in!" I shouted as I quickly turned to my desk to appear at work, and she headed into my office, not giving me quite enough time to straighten the mess of paperwork.

"Pardon me," she said with insincere modesty, "but are you Aaron Burr, sir?" I nod towards the name plate on my desk in confirmation and allow a smile to come to my lips, presenting a friendly face to this woman filled with enough confidence and conviction to tame a lion.

"What can I do to aid a Schuyler sister?" I ask, and she gave an involuntary gasp at my show of deduction. "You smell like your daddy's got money, miss" I said as way of explanation (and indeed the pungent fragrance of a particularly expensive brand of Cuban cigar followed her into the room. When her face remained suspicious I reassured her, "I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me."

With a slight but perceptible dismissive sniff, she decided to continue her mission, "Well, I was looking for a mind at work. I seem to have found one. Well, Mr. Aaron Burr, sir, my brother-in-law has been murdered."

"Your brother-in-law?"

"Yes, my sister Eliza's husband, Alexander Hamilton."