“Robyn, the cat burglar, has been on a crime spree,” said Lily.
“What does that have to do with me?” asked Poppy.
“We think you may know where she lives,” said Lily. “If memory serves me well, she used to enjoy the odd apple from your market stall.”
“She would pass by from time to time,” replied Poppy. “But I never spoke to her.”
“I have a photo of you two talking. Both with tins of cat food in hand,” stated Lily.
“You gotta be kitten me,” sighed Poppy.