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Finding Jesse
Who: Jennifer and The City
What: A phonecall finally made
Jennifer waited, patiently. Listening to the phone ring. Only half wondering where Charlie was. Maybe it was better that he wasn't in the office right now, anyway. She wanted to get this done and over with. She wanted to wash her hands of Smith Wall and go on with the real business of police work.
Finally, she heard the line pick up. It had run an unnatural number of times, in her opinion.
"Hello, Jennifer." The male voice came from the other end of the phone. Smith Wall, who was not actually corporeal right at the moment, was glad to finally hear from the agent.
"How did you.... nevermind." She didn't want to know. Not really. "I found him. That guy you wanted me to find."
"I'm so very glad to hear that, Jennifer. Please, don't go near him. I don't want him to harm you."
"He doesn't seem all that dangerous, actually." There was a bowl of fruit on her desk. She had to assume that Charlie had placed it there. It would be a fairly good assumption. Not that she minded, not really. She actually sort of liked the fact that Charlie liked fruit that much. It meant she ate a little healthier.
"Just tell me where he is, could you? Did you find anything else out about him?"
"No. He had no records. No family here. Did you really expect me to find much?"
"No. I did not. Where is he?"
"He lives in the Manchester. He's got one of the four top floor condos there."
"Very good, Jennifer. Thank you. My check to you will be in the mail shortly. You have done me proud."
"Can I ask.. who are yo...." The phone was dead in her hand. No dial tone. Just no sound at all. As if she hadn't been talking to anybody to begin with. For a long moment, Jennifer stared at the receiver and then put it back in the cradle.
Hopefully that was all done, then.
What: A phonecall finally made
Jennifer waited, patiently. Listening to the phone ring. Only half wondering where Charlie was. Maybe it was better that he wasn't in the office right now, anyway. She wanted to get this done and over with. She wanted to wash her hands of Smith Wall and go on with the real business of police work.
Finally, she heard the line pick up. It had run an unnatural number of times, in her opinion.
"Hello, Jennifer." The male voice came from the other end of the phone. Smith Wall, who was not actually corporeal right at the moment, was glad to finally hear from the agent.
"How did you.... nevermind." She didn't want to know. Not really. "I found him. That guy you wanted me to find."
"I'm so very glad to hear that, Jennifer. Please, don't go near him. I don't want him to harm you."
"He doesn't seem all that dangerous, actually." There was a bowl of fruit on her desk. She had to assume that Charlie had placed it there. It would be a fairly good assumption. Not that she minded, not really. She actually sort of liked the fact that Charlie liked fruit that much. It meant she ate a little healthier.
"Just tell me where he is, could you? Did you find anything else out about him?"
"No. He had no records. No family here. Did you really expect me to find much?"
"No. I did not. Where is he?"
"He lives in the Manchester. He's got one of the four top floor condos there."
"Very good, Jennifer. Thank you. My check to you will be in the mail shortly. You have done me proud."
"Can I ask.. who are yo...." The phone was dead in her hand. No dial tone. Just no sound at all. As if she hadn't been talking to anybody to begin with. For a long moment, Jennifer stared at the receiver and then put it back in the cradle.
Hopefully that was all done, then.