Eddie's question did not fall on deaf ears, yet Jinn did not answer it. He, too, looked to J'mon for confirmation. Now that he had considered the possibility, the clues seemed to fit: a small object, made of something organic, held in this place but not quite of this place.
Something that more than one hotel guest would have touched, given that it was right there in the bar, free for anyone to play.
Jinn released Eddie's hands and stood. "Only one way to find out, isn't there?"