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bus.  I knew he was a little freaked out, I figured it would give him the
opportunity to talk with you, not grill you.  Anyway, I didn’t have much
choice, he kind of figured out something was up.  If he can’t handle it, I’ll
have to take his memories and cut ties.  I didn’t want to do that.”
    She sighed, “I get it, you know I’ve doubted my own sanity a
few times over the last nine months, it isn’t easy to…” she growled in
frustration and waved that away, “He’s more rigid than I am, he’s been my
partner for a while now.  I hope he deals but… he’s the type of person that
ties their life to certainties, and you just proved his world was a lie.”
    I shook my head, “What about Jenna, and you know if you ever
want out…”
    Aiya looked at me like I’d slapped her, “Don’t you dare,
it’s hard sometimes but I’d never give you up as a friend, plus you know, my
case closure rate is on the line,” she added slyly.
    I snorted and glared at her, “I love you too.”
    Aiya grinned impishly, my glare just bounced off the raven
haired beauty, “I suppose I’m being selfish too, it will be harder to be
friends with, and work with you if you have to avoid… you get what I mean.  It
will be hard on all of us.  So I really hope he can handle it, but my gut…  To
answer your question, Jenna took it really well actually, but then she was all
into alternative medicines and has a much more creative and open mind.  She was
kind of delighted by the idea of magic being real.  Speaking of case closures,
can you look at something for me?”
    I laughed, “So you came here to berate me and then ask for
help?  I think I need therapy.”
    She nodded and said deadpan, “Of course I did, I’m a model
of efficiency after all.”
    I sighed, “Alright, let me take a look.”
    She pulled out a picture and handed it to me.  Allison
Blare.  She looked wholesome in the picture, long chestnut hair with a reddish
tint, innocent smile, total girl next door vibe, but the information I was hit
with showed a cynical young woman that was stripping her way through college. 
Despite that, she wasn’t a bad person, just disillusioned with life, specifically
the male species, she’d just finished her freshman year and... it seemed I was destined
to run afoul of the mob two days in a row.
    I asked, “Coffee?”
    She smiled and went over to help herself, I don’t know how
she drank the stuff black, must be a cop thing.
    She took a sip and then sat down, then she asked, “So what
did you get?”
    I frowned, “This is a tough one.  She works at a gentlemen’s
club.  She went in early in the morning, to talk to her boss about increasing
her hours, so she could earn more for next semester, and she saw something she
shouldn’t have.  Apparently the basement of the club is used for a waystation,
for human trafficking.  She got there at the worst time, when they were
bringing in some Russian girls, to be… trained.”
    I felt kind of sick to my stomach actually.  The girls
weren’t being treated well.  It was times like these that my decision to only
deal with supernatural law-breakers was tested, I’d like to go there and put a
stop to it, but this wasn’t a comic book and I wasn’t a superhero.
    Aiya looked surprised and her voice was soft, “Is she dead
then?”
    I shook my head, “No, she’s been tied up in the basement. 
They’re moving her tonight after closing, apparently barely legal woman from
here is as big overseas, as imports are for the underbelly of our country.  Why
kill her if they can sell her?”
    Aiya raised an eyebrow and her voice rang with disapproval,
“Imports?”
    I handed back the picture, “Sorry, victims, the whole
concept is revolting to me.”
    Perhaps I’d reached a bit too far for that emotional
distance, but there were several young teen girls that I wished I could get out
of my head.
    She sighed, “You’re right though.  This is a hard one,
because Mike