She picked up the phone quickly enough, but her voice was hushed in tone even while the sounds of children could be heard in the background. "Address? Yes, it's..." and repeated the address that was on the sheet of paper verbatim. "I've had it checked out as best as I was able. It used to be a gambling hall a few decades ago and about six years ago became an underground nightclub." In the background came a male voice. "'My love, who are you talking to?"<br/><br/>"Just a friend of Samantha's, beloved." The tones exchanged were loving but hers changed as she continued speaking to Rayner. "If you find him, don't be too obvious. Try telling him that you're looking for the singer known as the Celestial Star. Sam used to work under that nickname when she was in college at that very nightclub. It was the password they gave me each night I came to watch her, it might be a safe word. Good luck." She hung up then, not giving him much of a chance to reply, although she'd answer back if he called again.<br/><br/>What was interesting, was if he looked back at the building, over behind the man still sitting in the front, was a canvas cloth, covering up a lot but not all of a deep purple bike. The same color as Jezzabel, Sam's favorite bike.