Mr Yewett stared at him like he was an alien as Jack rushed up to him. Even his secretary looked annoyed at the inconvenience. "Sorry, I need to chat to you," he panted.

"Two minutes. Helen, my office." Helen nodded quickly and left them just as fast. "Sean, you have news on Kaylee?"

"Of sorts, sir. Firstly… I'm very sorry."

Mr Yewett nodded grimly. "Just hired, poor girl. She didn't deserve to get in the way of some obscene terrorist act." He paused. "That's what it was, wasn't it? He sent Mark in to kill her."

"I don't know for sure if it was Mark-"

"Then how many assassins does this man have?!" he exploded, and one receptionist looked over curiously. His boss moved him to the side, into a different corridor. "It doesn't matter, anyway. You're going to bring him down for this."

"Yes. Exactly. That's what I came to talk to you about." Jack brought the card out with two fingers and flashed it smoothly at Mr Yewett. "Can you believe it, huh?"

"Is that - is that an address?"

"Yes. I'm going to go to this office and do whatever I can to meet with this guy privately."

"Absolutely brilliant. Good luck." He didn't even ask where Jack had got the card.

"Sir, I'm glad you're keeping the hotel open for tonight," he called after the older man as he started in the opposite direction.

"Oh, yes. About that. Sean, you can go back to your own apartment now, alright?"

Jack frowned. "Sorry?"

"You spent one night at my hotel and someone died. You can go home," Mr Yewett repeated firmly, without even stopping. As he turned the corner, Jack had the wonderful temptation to flip him off then and there.

However, he didn't want to be fired today.

His apartment was cold. It didn't even feel homely to him anymore. The whole world seemed to have lost its spark lately. When everyone you knew seemed to have turned against you, he supposed, that would happen. But he still had the Law Firm card, and he still had his job.

He sat on his couch with a cup of coffee and started planning.

"Hello. I was wondering if you had any openings to talk with someone in the loophole department, possibly?"

The middle-aged woman paused and lay down the papers she'd been about to put away. "Have you got a business card on you?"

"Yes, actually."

"Oh! That's fine then. Let me look at our consultant files, I'll see if I can track down an appointment." The lady ducked into a door around the side of the desk, and Jack grabbed one sheet of paper. She'd been on the phone to her boss, he could tell, and if he was right - yes! A schedule! He folded it up quickly and put it in his inside pocket.

"I'm sorry, what was your name?" the woman said a few moments later, re-emerging with a folder in her arms.

He nodded. "Robert."

"Well, Robert, if you don't mind filling me in about what you'd like to…"

"Oh, of course. I'm buying a store on Derby St and I'd to fit it out, put a few gambling machines in there, and I want to see if I can do it without an expensive permit?"

"Yes, we deal with men like you often, honey. Unfortunately, though, our one consultant in that area is taking hospital leave at the moment." Of all the coincidences in the world! "Normally, of course, we transfer clients to Mr Ayelle himself -" She nodded at a door down the hallway that said OFFICE "- but there's been a few security issues lately."

"I understand. You've heard about that girl…"

"Yes, at Yew Hotels! Only 24 hours ago. Very scary. I'm sorry, Robert, but…" She shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

"It's alright. Shall I come in after two weeks?"

"Perhaps three. Thank you for choosing to stop in, though." With a smile, he was dismissed.

Flawless.