Miranda Rice, Mickey's daughter, was an aspiring journalist who had a penchant for gossip; she made it her business to stay informed about the latest happenings in Paradise. She'd often fill her father in on the juiciest details, impressing him with her uncanny ability to keep tabs on seemingly everyone in town. Whether it was the latest drama between the local shopkeepers or the inner workings of the wealthy elite, Miranda was always in the know, and she wasn't afraid to share her insights with her father. Mickey was often amazed at her talent for gathering information.

As Mickey darted between dresser and mirror, Miranda sat on the foot of his bed, chatting with him about a new subject that had clearly grabbed her interest: her half-brother, Peter. “Peter didn't get home until four this morning,” she began, “and he wasn't wearing the same clothes he had on when he left last night. That's three nights in a row now.” “What about the girl? Have you been able to find anything on that front?” Mickey asked.

With a disappointed expression, Miranda shook her head. “All anyone is saying is that she's underage, but I can't find the root of that rumor.”

“Hopefully a rumor is all it is. Where is he now?” “Snoring off last night’s mistakes. He threw a book at me when I opened his door.” She huffed with a soft pout.

Mickey smiled at her. “He'll apologize when he sobers up.” Miranda’s eyes brightened with fresh gossip. “Oh, and yesterday Drake and Alexander Blanks were on the sidewalk right outside Mr. Binky’s house, talking low like they didn’t want to be overheard.”

The information piqued Mickey's interest and he briefly stopped what he was doing. “Do you know what they were talking about?”

Miranda gave him an apologetic look as she shook her head. “Nobody seems to know yet, but Mr. Drake and Mr. Alexander don't usually converse in public, do they?” “No,” he said quietly, “they don’t.” He met her eyes in the mirror. “From now on, anything about the Blanks family comes to me first. Anything at all.”

“Okay, Da.” Worry flickered across her face. “Is everything all right?” “Nothing you need to fret over.” He kissed her forehead quickly. “I’ve got to go. Love you.”

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him while Miranda’s latest report echoed in his head.