Jenni got back to her room at 9:30. She changed out of her dress into a white tank top and shorts. She at on her bed and dialed a number on her phone. The other line rang for a short time before clicking, "Myles Tech Inc. How can we help you?" "Connect me to Alaska Snow please." Jenni said, pulling out a picture from her coat pocket, of her standing next to a smiling and beautiful young snow leopard. "Alaska Snow speaking." a female voice said.
"Ali it's Jen. I need your help." Jenni said quickly. "Oh hey, Jen! How you've been? Hehe. Get it?" Ali said. Jenni grinned and rolled her eyes, "Yes, I get it. But to the point, I need you to look up something for me." "Sorry Jen, no can do. I'm at work." Ali apologized. "At this hour?" Jenni asked. Ali sighed, "Dad's making me work late...again." "He's not your real dad. Plus, you're an adult." Jenni explained. "He's also my boss so..." Ali started. Jenni sighed, "This is important Ali. I'm here at Marigold and..."
"Marigold, what are you doing at..." Ali said, pausing for a quick minute, "Sweet. You found him?" "Yes, I even met him. Face to face. I just need you to look up some information on some of his guys." Jenni explained. Ali sighed again, "Alright Jen, 15 minutes and that's it. Got it?" "Understood." Jenni agreed, "Start with Wes Clyde." "Wes...Clyde...Ha!" Ali said. "What?" Jenni asked. "This guy looks like a weasel." Ali snickered, "Not much on him besides that. Black fur, yellow eyes, large build, good-looking guy. You got his number?" Ali explained.
"No." Jenni said, annoyed, "Try Fish." "Fish?" "It's a codename. I don't know his real name." Another pause at the other end before Ali came through "Hmm...Oh! Here he is. Gray fur, yellow eyes, he's kind of cute too. Still not much of a profile." "Try Savoys." Jenni asked, "S. A. V. O. Y." "Let's see, Nicodeme and Serafine Savoy?" Ali asked. "Yes." Jenni said. "Let's see here, both were born in New Orleans, Louisiana. Cajun/French. Nico was born July 1900. Serafine in October or November 1902. Hey! A month after me! Cool!"
"Any other employment histories I should know about?" Jenni asked. "Hmm, says here Serafine runs a cult and Nico used to be a wrestler. You got his number?" Ali started. Jenni rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Try and focus please." "Sorry." Ali said, "Anyone else?" "There is one more. Mordecai Heller." Jenni said, darkly. "Cool name...let me see..." Ali paused for a moment, "Here he is...oh he's a handsome one." "Ali..." Jenni warned. "Right." Ali said, "He's got a longer profile than the others.
Black and white fur; green eyes; German/Jewish decent; born March 28, 1899 in New York City; Used to work for Lackadaisy but switched to Marigold after his employer, Atlas May died. Suspicious; Was a bookie when he was younger; Triggerman; Bootlegger; Suffers from congenital myopia, my uncle had that; and... that's about it. Hey, weren't you born in New York?" "I was." Jenni said. "You two seem to have a lot in common." Ali stated. "We do not," Jenni crossly stated,
"I was born in June, I don't need glasses, I'm Pagan, I'm Latin American/Scottish decent, and..." "And...you were born in New York city in 1899, you worked as a bookie for a library, and you both kill people for a living...oh and you both lost your dads in a horrible way." Ali explained. "Don't you dare start on that." Jenni growled. "I can relate." Ali said, ignoring Jenni's warning, "Remember what happened to my dad? My real dad?" "Yes, I do." Jenni sighed.
"You know, you and this Heller guy are a good match. Maybe you should try and get to know him. Go on a date or something." Ali suggested. "I don't date my colleagues, Ali. Plus, I'm his protege so it would be unprofessional. Also, he's not my type." Jenni explained. "You can't walk through life alone forever, Jenni." Ali said. "I don't. I have you. I have Marley, Sierra, Kassian, Leslie, Bella, Dolly. I also have my brother and his family." Jenni said. "I mean you can't walk through life without someone to love. Marriage wise." Ali said.
"Marriage?" Jenni groaned, "That's the last thing on my mind." "Alright Jen, whatever you say. Just one quick question before I let you go." "No, I don't have Heller's number." "No. No. No. I wanted to see how Marley's doing." "She's fine. She got a job at Lackadaisy. I'll have her call you so you can ask her if she has anyone's phone number down there." "HA! Thanks Jen. Good night." The phone beeped and went silent. Jenni sighed and set it down back on the phone platform. She rubbed her eyes and sniffed.