Jade

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Alcuin knew that he shouldn't still be investigating on his own. And he wasn't even actively doing it, not really, not after what happened with Pascal. But sometimes something would just occur to him, and it seemed too small, or perhaps too incriminating, for him to want to pick up the phone and call the FBI

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[jadeinthemill]

Jade knew who the boy was. Insanely pretty, young and - as word had it - very skilled. Jade had never sampled, of course. He was in the business of servicing, not taking. Jade always thought him to be very kind and perhaps a little shy. It made people naturally protective over him - but that could be a plus in their line of work.

He knew the boy's former lover better. Anafiel had taken him to bed a few times - or her, rather. Her red locks had been irresistible to him. For a while, at least. And always duly paid for.

He'd heard the news. Anafiel was dead and Alcuin had been a suspect. The gossip value of it had died out a little in the media, but the boy was an unwilling celebrity anyway. Jade wondered what brought him here.

"Hello, dear," he said. "I know you, don't I?"

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Alcuin recognized him immediately - the man he'd met once at one of Anafiel's parties.

There was a moment in which there was hesitation, in which he seemed apprehensive, or shy, but then it was replaced with a facade of calm and competence.

"We met once, I think," he said. "My name is Alcuin Delaunay."

[jadeinthemill]

They met more often, but in those times Jade was a red-haired woman. "I'm Jade. How may I help you?"

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"I'm looking for... Theresa," Alcuin said, hoping that she even still went by that name. "She knows me. I heard she might be working here now."