Jet didn't know why he hadn't thought to speak to her before. The Asian girl pushed her glasses up on her nose for the umpteenth time.

"Hrm...let's see. What can I tell you about this film? Well, Faye Valentine approached Akaido at some swanky party and pitched the whole thing to him as far as I know. That's the story that's been going around. That's all I really know. I don't know much about writers or screenplays or any of that other stuff. I'm just the girl with the clipboard and the watch." She chuckled.

Jet had to give Faye the benefit of the doubt.

"So does Faye hang around the set? You'd have seen her by now, right?" Jet felt his pockets for a pack of smokes. He found one and shook out a cigarette nervously.

The Asian girl nodded, "Oh, yeah. She's here all the time. She's been here since day one." She leaned close to Jet and added, "Rumour has it she's about to come into a lot of money. Her family's been looking for her. They're pretty wealthy, apparently. It's like friggin' Anastasia. They're looking for the lost daughter. I mean the parents are long gone but there's a sister looking for her. I think I had heard somewhere that the brother died about fifteen, or so, years ago. Stroke or something like that. You know how it is when you get old. Anything can take you down."

"So there's relatives looking for Faye Valentine?" Jet was so confused. He hadn't the foggiest idea what the hell was going on.

"Not just any relatives either. The Spectors. You've heard of them, right? They used to be into some heavy shit years ago. Mob stuff. The family came from Old America. All that money they have is probably blood money from through the years."

"The Spencers," Jet said to himself. So Faye's real name was Spector. Interesting. "So you say she's been here every day? When did you guys start filming?"

"Few weeks ago. We started doing all the setting up a few weeks ago. Maybe almost a month now. The days run into eachother when you're working on the set so it's hard for me to tell you exactly when, right? But, yeah, I'd have to say about a month."

So Faye couldn't be behind this. A few weeks ago she was hovering over Spike's hospital bed like a vulture. Something really fucked was going on.

The Asian girl glanced at her watch and referred to her clipboard, "Listen, I gotta go. And you gotta get going, too. You're wanted on the set. I wish I knew what the hell happened to all our stunt doubles." She started walking towards the mouth of the alley.

"Yeah, thanks," Jet said absently. He turned to walk down towards the opposite end of the alley.

"Hey," he heard her call.

"Yeah?" He turned to look at her. She was silhouetted by the sun.

"Where're your manners? Aren't you even gonna ask me my name?"

Jet smiled and shook his head. "What is it?"

"It's Ana."

"Like as in 'Anastasia'?" Jet smirked.

"No. Like as in Ana. Just Ana. And just so you know...I'm a lot older than I look."

Jet raised his eyebrows, eyes widening with surprise.

Looking as though she were pleasantly satisfied with his reaction, she turned away and waved a hand at him, "Come find me if you need any more questions answered."