Jack stood up from his chair and began pacing the room, auspex causing his eyes to faintly glow “Z’s a Nos.” He explained “Runs his own personal black market in the alleys and sewers. Sells goods, weapons, drugs, blood bags, info and secrets. Usually wears a hooded jacket and mask so he can sell to both kindred and kine. Doesn’t matter who, so long as the money is good. Trouble is, he’s got a lotta dirt on a lotta people…”
Suddenly, Jack’s glowing eyes turned their attention to a rat hiding itself in the rafters “…Even you, apparently.”
“Spare me the melodramatics, Mr. Bonetti, we’re here to discuss my sister and her pets.”
Sympathy, and empathy, were two words that were likely never to come up in the same sentence containing the name Therese Voerman in it. She spoke harshly, her tongue cutting, and her eyes only following Bonetti as he rose from his seat to wander her office. She had had it redecorated when Jeanette left for Hollywood Boulevard to begin work on the new club. Now she didn’t have that ghastly bed in here. The desk had taken its place, and where her desk had been, two sofas and a coffee table. It was bare bones -- she rarely stayed here unless on business nowadays.
All the while he spoke, Therese was making notes in her head -- all on what Bonetti said regarding this ‘Z’; his name, where he was active, what he looked like. All could be valuable to her when time came for questions.
Her gaze, however, followed his till it met the rat.
She paused briefly, then approached her desk, opening the drawer, and taking the pistol and firing -- and she was a brilliant shot.
"I’m sure he knows all about my manager’s work habits then,” she said coolly, even as the rat bounced from the wall to the floor across the room. “I don’t discuss delicate business here, Mr. Bonetti. You are an exception considering you came here and caught me passing through. My secrets are secrets.”
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