The old wooden shack was dark and musty, but it was the place for the act. An old, pink sphinx cat dressed in a priest's outfit was tied up in a chair. He sat motionless but he soon began to stir with nothing but an oil lamp lighting up the room. His bright yellow eyes darted around the room with panic. "Hello?" he cried out hoarsely, "Is someone there?" Silence. The priest began hyperventilating. "Help! Someone help! Please! Please help!" "Forgive me father, for I have sinned." growled a dark voice. "Whose there?!" the priest cried.

Jenni emerged out of the shadows; gun drawn. The sphinx's eyes widened, "Jenni? Jenni Graves? My dear sweet girl! It's you! God has truly sent me an angel! Quickly, untie me and let's get out of here." Jenni put away her gun and took off her coat, hanging it over a second wooden chair. "What are you doing?" the priest asked. Jenni dug two photos out of her pocket and turned to the sphinx. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "September 13, 1907, Owner and operator of Graves railways, Bruce Graves was murdered in his daughter's room.

Cause of death: Gunshot to the chest. His wife, Luna was accused of the crime. However, his daughter, who had witnessed the event firsthand, testified that an unnamed man had done the deed. This man was with a group of gangsters all with the same goal their colleague had accomplished. Now, how on Earth would those men know where the Graves Family lived?" The priest cleared his throat, "Luna shot Bruce. It was all her. The police said..." Jenni jammed a dagger into Moore's knee, he cried out in pain. Jenni leaned close to his face, "If you value your life, you will choose your next words very carefully Father."

She yanked the dagger out of the priest's leg, blood soaking his pant leg. He stared at Jenni in shock. "Jen, I..." Jenni smacked the two pictures down on the table next to the sphinx. One picture showed a red and black brick house surrounded by a meadow. The second showed a golden bar tag with the word "Graves" on the door. Jenni crossed her arms and flicked her tail. "Where did you get those?" the sphinx asked. "From a more reliable source than you...Father Moore." Jenni growled. "Bella?" Moore growled, "That brat! I knew she'd crack! She's nothing but a weak, miserable, scumbag!

She set you up to this didn't she?" "I don't see why Miss Vista would be categorized as any of those things. You on the other hand have done more than enough to convince me you are more than those things." Jenni said calmly, "Such as stealing money from your patrons so you can buy alcohol, or making sexual advances towards your assistant." "I have never even touched Bella! That little brat..." Moore started but was cut off by Jenni, "Who said it was Bella." Moore opened his mouth in shock. Jenni stared at him with a sharp glare.

"Jenni, listen. If you let me go and promise not to go to the police, I'll give you any $2,000."

"I have no interest in your money, Dirty nor Blood."

"Bourbon? Whiskey? Moonshine?"

"I don't drink. Never have. Never will."

"Then what do you want?! I have nothing else but this church!"

"I want you to tell me the truth."

"Truth?"

"I know you were a conspirator in my father's murder. I know you took pictures of my family's home and sent them to someone. And I know you threatened Ms. Vista's life if she told anyone. These are pictures of the photos you sent. Her pictures. Why did you do it?"

Father Moore hung his head, "I had to do it Jen. They were going to put me down. I had no ill will towards Bruce but I wasn't going to die for him." "Who was going to put you down? The feds?" Jenni asked. "If I tell you, will you spare me?" Moore asked. "I promise you won't die by my hand." Jenni replied. Moore raised his head, "Very well, It was May...Atlas May of Lackadaisy. And his partner Asa Sweet of Marigold. I sent the pictures to them. If you want to find the person responsible for your father's death, ask them. I swear to you that is the truth." "Atlas May is dead." Jenni said, crossly.

"You killed him?" Moore asked. "I ask the questions, not you." Jenni pointed a dagger at the sphinx, "May is dead. He's no use to me. However...Sweet you said?" Moore nodded his head, "Yes, he lives in St. Louis, Mississippi. Atlas too but...he's no use to you." "Correct." Jenni nodded, "Well, thank you for the information, Father. You have been most helpful tonight. As a thank you for confessing to me, allow me to confess something to you." "Anything my child, please." Moore begged. Jenni sat down in the other chair.

"You remember Mr. Prano? Midas Prano?"

"Yes. He was a nasty drug lord. He also sent one hell of a letter of recommendation for you."

"That he was. Kind of ironic how he died. Overdose. The fact that he sold drugs yet made no attempt to use them himself is ironic on its own."

"It is peculiar. The man was a very odd fellow."

"It was a mix of opium, morphine, and cocaine."

"I beg your pardon?"

"The drugs that killed Prano."

"And how do you know this?"

"I killed him."

Moore's eyes widened, "You what?" "Lo Mate" Jenni spoke in Spanish, "Understand now?" "I heard you the first time. However, I don't understand why you would do that." Moore cried. Jenni sighed "Because he was just as guilty as all of my father's other clients. He told me my father was a double dealer to all of his clients. I can only assume he and the others played a part in his death. In fact, I plan on eliminating every mob in the world so history doesn't repeat itself." "What do you mean by that?" Moore asked. "What's the point in telling you?" Jenni replied,

"Seems a waste of breath to explain my motifs to a dead man." Jenni began pulling the chair across the room. "Wait!" Moore cried. "You said you wouldn't kill me if I told you who I sent those pictures to!" "I said you wouldn't die by my hand. Never said you wouldn't die." Jenni said. She pushed open a door, leading to a murky swamp. She then turned the chair around to the nasty brown lake. "Jen, listen to me. This isn't who you are. Imagine what your father would say if he knew you were doing this. What about your mother? What would she say?"

"This is for them." Jenni growled. Several pairs of bright tiny yellow eyes blinked from the water below. "You filthy brat!" Moore yelled, "If you kill me, you'll never be accepted into Heaven! You'll end up in hell like the rest of your miserable cursed family!" "Then I'll see you there." Jenni growled. She kicked the chair with all her might and Father Moore sunk beneath the murky waters. The eyes in the distance dove beneath the water too. Dark green scaly tails slapped behind them. Jenni stared darkly at the water. A few minutes later, red liquid formed a circle in the water. A leg from the wooden chair floated to the surface.

Jenni silently turned away from the water and made her way back inside.