"She had no choice. Her old boss retired, a new guy came in. He decided she was more suited to reporting entertainment than crime."
"I'm surprised she didn't quit if she felt that strongly about it."
"Oh, she was intending to, but she wanted to be sure she had another job to walk into first."
Then she was more sensible than me. There were times in the past I'd quit over jerk bosses, and had been left for weeks scrimping for a dollar to buy my next coffee. Of course, this was well before I joined the Directorate.
"So in the process of researching for the article, she discovered something that teased her instincts?"
"No. It actually happened after the article was published. The owners were pleased with what she wrote, and gave her an invitation into the Executive Room - which is a private dance area for special guests. We were coming out of there when we ran into someone coming out of the private room opposite." She paused, and blinked away the sudden spark of moisture in her eyes. "Adrienne had a talent that went beyond the pack's clairvoyance. She could sense things about people. Catch glimpses of their thoughts or their actions through touch. When she bumped into that man, she uncovered something that had her excited."
"You didn't ask what she discovered?"
She snorted softly "Of course I did. Wouldn't you? She just said that she'd hit the story jackpot, and would tell me more when she was certain."
"She obviously never did?"
"No."
"And you have no idea why Adrienne went to Monitor Island?" No.
"Did it involve the person she ran into at the club?"
"I told you, I don't know. Why do you keep asking me stupid questions when I've already told you I can't help you?"
Because I'm trying to find out what happened to her. Trying to prevent it from happening to anyone else. But I kept the words inside. It wasn't hard to guess that Jodie was speaking out of anguish more than any desire to be unhelpful.
"What plane was Adrienne supposed to arrive home on?" I'd need to check if she ever actually boarded it.
"A five PM Qantas flight."
"And there's nothing else you can tell me? Nothing she said or did that seemed odd to you?"
"Nothing at all." She looked at me then, eyes red rimmed and brimming with tears, "Just go away, and leave me alone."
I hesitated, wanting to ask more, but also not wanting-to alienate her completely. I might need to question her again later. So I simply said, "Thanks for your help, Jodie."
She didn't answer, just went back to looking out the window. I headed out of the hospital and into the fresh air as quickly as I could. After sucking in several deep breaths to wash away the lingering aroma of antiseptic, pain, and hopelessness that always seemed to haunt hospitals, I began the long walk back to where I'd parked my car. As I walked, I took my phone out, hit the vid-button, and dialed the cow.
She was as happy as ever to sec my smiling face.
"Now what the hell are you after?" she said, voice flat and annoyed.
I restrained my grin. I really did like this woman's flat-out bitchiness. "Want you to check out a club for me. I need background and trouble reports."
"What club?"
"Mirror Image."
She raised perfectly plucked eyebrows. "That's the weird one that allows humans and nonhumans to mix, isn't it?"
"Yep."
"Is it connected to the murders?"
"I don't know."
"I'm not going to pull reports on a club just because you're curious about it," she said, in that snotty way of hers.