"The night holds many secrets"

Detective Berger studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Miss Noir, perhaps you noticed something unusual tonight?” Isabella's lips curled into a faint smile. “Detective, in a place like ‘Zum Verlorenen Stern,’ unusual is the norm. But if it helps, I did see a man in a gray suit acting rather suspiciously. He talked with Luna Weiss “Max dismissed, taking mental notes. “Luna Weiss?” “She is our dancer” Isabella pointed to the stage where a woman in an elegant dress was capturing the audience's attention. She flicked the ash from her cigarette, her eyes momentarily distant. “But I didn't hear what they talked about.” “Thank you, Miss Noir. “You’ve been very helpful,” Max said, tipping his hat. “I’ll be in touch if I need anything more.” As he turned to leave, Isabella called out softly, “Be careful, Detective. “The night holds many secrets.” Max paused, looking back at her. “So it does, Miss Noir. So it does”.