<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, he had definitely been drinking," Ava commented, dabbing at the blood smeared corners of her mouth with a pristine white handkerchief. A man, perhaps around the age of forty-five, sat slumped and unconscious against a raw brick wall behind a trash can, whereto Jenkins had just moved him. The man had graying hair, wore eyeglasses, and had a pair of small holes in his wrist. Right now, they were once again being obscured by his watch that Jenkins was in the process of refastening. Ava put the handkerchief back into her small black purse, and fished out a small mirror and a lipstick instead. It was rosewood, not a color she was overly fond of, but it was called 'Vampire Queen', and she had been too amused to not buy it. As soon as she was done hiding all traces of dinner on her person, she and Jenkins left the alleyway and the shallowly breathing man behind. They did not walk quickly.<br/><br/>Several blocks away and in a much nicer neighborhood, her phone rang. It was a hidden number. She knew exactly who it was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hallo, mein Schatz,"</span> she said in a neutral tone, knowing full well it annoyed him when she spoke German. A wry smile curled around the edges of her mouth. "You're very welcome. Why, whatever would that be? ... Well, I must admit I assumed you knew she was here by now. I wonder why. It's probably not all that important. Might just be a vacation. Even we like that every now and then. ... No, I don't know exactly where." The barest touch of agitation crept into her voice. "Likewise. Good night." Ava pressed the little red icon on her phone's screen as quickly as she could in at attempt to hang up on the other before they hung up on her. Jenkins did not display any interest in the conversation that had passed between Ava and the unknown number as he unlocked the front door to the luxurious apartment building where they lived, and, once inside, entered the elevator right behind the slight woman.<br/><br/>As soon as the doors shut on them and the elevator moved quietly upwards, Ava's normally pleasant expression turned into a sneer she did not bother to explain to her companion. <span style="font-style: italic">Rotten son of a bitch.</span></div></div>