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Phryne

"Miss Fisher." Henry was back with a sad look on his face. "Hey Miss Fisher, come on now. Wake up. There you go. Just look at me for a moment, won't ya? I gotta check your out sweetie."

"I'm not your sweetie." I mumbled under my breath, desperately trying to disappear back into that pleasant dream that smelled like Him and felt like His hands holding mine. Damn. It was gone. Now all I could smell was the damp, reeking basement I was encamped in and the faint scent of fish coming off of Henry. "And in case I hadn't made anything clear I'd like to tell you to piss off." The man chucked under his throat.

"You are a firecracker, aren't you? Where'd you learn language like that, anyhow?"

"Don't let the looks fool you. I'm a Collingwood girl."

"No shit! With money like that?" What was he doing? Trying to have a pleasant conversation with me? Not bloody likely. I ignored him and returned to my silence. He sighed, seemingly understanding what I was talking about. "Well, in case you care, you're looking healthy. I'm sure you're in pain and what have you, but for the circumstances I think you're just fine. You're going to get out of this, Miss Fisher."

"What the hell, you filling her head with, Henry?" Son of a bitch. Pots was back. The rank tubby man seemed to be falling down the stairs more than he was walking down them. "Boss man wants ta' talk to you, mate." Henry pursed his lips.

"I'm not your mate, Gates."

"Whatever. Just go see him. You know how Jimmy gets when he is kept waiting." Jimmy. The name of the man who had organized this. Pots didn't seem to realize his mistake but Henry did. He looked at me significantly and nodded slowly. As though the name 'Jimmy' was supposed to mean something to me. Henry slowly made his way up the stairs but I was no longer paying attention to either him or Pots. Jimmy. Jimmy. Was I supposed to know who Jimmy was? Had I met this Jimmy before? I knew a handful of Jimmy's. But it narrowed down the pool. Pots was talking again. Going on again about how he'd like to slit my throat. But I paid him no attention. Jimmy. Jimmy. Jimmy who?

Jack

"I'm telling you!" I swore loudly, shaking the note in my hand in Johnson's face. "It's about her!"

"I'm not saying it definitely isn't about her." He repeated. "But how are you so sure?" I flipped it over showing him the seal.

"You're sure because of some wax with random markings that don't make a real seal?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They aren't random. It's an impression of a pin she wears. The shape of a swallow." He squinted his eyes and looked closer.

"It doesn't look like a swallow." He said finally with a shake of his head. "It doesn't look like anything."

"Trust me. It's her pin." She took a deep breath, looking into my eyes and after what felt like a lifetime he shrugged.

"Okay, fine. It's about her. What's our next step? These words mean anything to you? Because if it is about her I feel rather more like they're taunting you by giving you something that tells you they have her but doesn't give you any real clues." I nodded.

"That's exactly what they're doing!" his brow furrowed and Johnson looked at me tipping his head to the side.

"So why do you seem so excited?"

"Because she's alive. And because it's something. And because I'm going to bring her home." With another sigh he gave up trying to reason with me and the senior constable nodded.

"Okay. Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"I questioned the man from the front desk, the one who delivered the note. It was given to him by a man he'd never seen before. A fisherman he guessed. About my height, brown hair, freckles a scraggly beard and a hooked nose. I've got her red raggers on it already." I smiled, for the first time in my life thanking God for those two.

"How so? What are they doing?"

"The desk man said he had walked south when he left. Those two can find just about anyone. They'll get to the bottom of this."

"With that information? That is a rather non-descript description, Jack! It could be almost anybody!"

"That's what I said. Then a homeless woman who had been sitting on the corner just south of the Windsor said she saw the man leaving the hotel, said he was the only one who threw change to her, and by to her, I mean he threw money at her. She said he was the only one walking about at that time. Got on the east side bus. Cec and Burt know the driver. Think he might be able to help." Johnson nodded.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?" I looked up at him.

"I had an idea." I began. "I need you to tell me if I'm crazy."

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