Morningstar Manor

Jazz wasn't sure how much more waiting she could take. She'd filled the first couple of days with light digging, but she'd gone as far as she'd dared with that and now she had nothing but time and uncertainty to keep her occupied. She wished she'd thought to ask Nine for a contact number, but something told her that even if she had, Nine wasn't the sharing type.

Don't call me, I'll call you.....

Distractedly she ordered her usual and told Joy to put it on her tab before dropping into a chair at one of the tables by the windows to rub her eyes tiredly with her fingers. No news is good news, she lied to herself.