"Why come to me?"
There was a pause, and Lady Jaye would swear she heard the voice on the line breathing. "I know I'm not your favorite person," the caller finally admitted, "and frankly, you're not mine, either. However, you're the most trustworthy person I know. If anyone could help, it would be you."
It was Lady Jaye's turn to pause as she thought about the words. "What exactly is it you want me to do with this information?"
"That I'm not sure," came the honest reply. "But the story needs to be told. We're being hunted down one by one, so that they can sweep us from their files - delete the whole operation. If anyone can come up with a solution, I'm sure it would be you."
Lady Jaye squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. It was a lot of trust that was being placed on her, a lot of pressure. Was she up to it? She wasn't quite sure.
She glanced once again at the book that hid the precious file. "I need to meet with you. There are questions I have that can't be discussed over the phone."
A pause and what Lady Jaye almost swore was a quiet sigh followed her words.
"I'll be in touch."
There was a click as the phone disconnected.
It was Lady Jaye's turn to sigh as she sat back, laying the cell phone in her lap. What had she gotten herself into? Closing her eyes, she thought about how it had all begun.