A/N: Hello. Two chapters, one day. I just wrote this one today, haven't worked on the story in a while. Sorry about that. But new stuff is fun. I don't own WC. Enjoy!
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"Paint with little strokes, not such big ones," Mozzie admonished.
The girl rolled her eyes and started using smaller strokes, "Is that better, Dante?" She rested the brush on her ear and picked up her glass of drinking water. After taking a nice, long, chug, she set it back down. The small man frowned and started to inspect the painting. "Why are you critiquing me again? Mom could just as easily critique me."
"No she can't. She has that meeting with the Feds." Mozzie looked to the lower right-hand corner of the piece, "Why did you sign it 'DB'? Your name doesn't start with D."
The girl sighed, "I'm copying one of my Dad's paintings from school. He signed it 'DB,' so I'm signing it 'DB'. Got that!" she pointed the brush between his eyes and the conman carefully nodded, "Good."
"I have a friend who can give you a good critique, if you want."
"Fine, just don't tell my mom about it. She would freak if she knew about all of your criminal friends." She sat down on the plastic-covered couch and took out a notebook, which she promptly started writing in. The cover was made of bits of different fabrics and was embroidered with "Rachel's Jumble" in curly threads. Mozzie just stood there, not wanted to get his clothing mussed by paint because of sitting on the couch. "Aren't you going to give him the painting?"
"Why would I give it to him now? Your mother told me to look after you while she's out."
"No she didn't. She just told you to tell me not to drink any wine while she's out, which I won't do. From what I've heard, it's disgusting."
Mozzie frowned at the teenager who had just insulted his favorite beverage. Carefully picking up the painting, he walked out the door with only a final nod to Rachel. Rachel sighed in relief and looked down at her notebook. 'Task one- finish painting' and 'Task two- get rid of Dante' were complete, now all she had to do was find the critic and she would be well on her way to finding her Dad.