Valentina: "You seemed like you were." She shrugged lightly. It was not like it bothered her that much, well, maybe a little. There were days when the look of other women seeing her hanging out with clients or simply someone rolling their eyes at her behavior in restaurants or on date nights affected her. And there were other days when it all made her want to work even harder and prove them how great of a job it was, in certain ways. "Nope. Nada." Again, she shrugged. "To be honest, I don't really remember, but it'd surprise me if it was more than boy talk to impress their preys of the night. Want me to detail it or you get the idea?" She nodded when he repeated the foreign name. "Yep. Around the same table. We were at some fancy restaurant, eating oysters at midnight while the staff was cleaning up." She hated oysters, so obviously, that was a detail she kept in mind. "Teachers are less innocent than they pretend. "Most of her clients were business men... Or lonely college professors. She now knew a thing or two about them. "You know..." She started and marked a pause, to stare at his thoughtful expression. "James is a very sweet guy. He hangs out with weird people, but he's never done anything bad to me. I don't think I'll get anything from him except his protective side when the Russian giant is around." She leaned her head on the back rest of the seat. It was tiring, for once to be both present in person and in thought. She could not escape in her little world when she was talking to the detective, compared to when she was with everybody else. "And hold on, you were talking about mafia? It's that bad?!"
Samuel: gave her a flat eyed stare, and propped his arm back against the chair. It was a posture that said let's move on to more pressing matters. People respected and fear police officers to and extent, but liked? No. It was a fact he had learned to live with. As a lady of the evening it was odd she hadn't learn that simple truth about her own job. He nodded slowly, "Prey of the night? What do you mean by that?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Did she mean they were trying to impress the women around? And odd thought. These weren't the kind of men who felt the need to impress. Their money and status did that for them. Unless James wasn't as well connected as Samuel thought he was. "And yes, I like to here the details of what they said. It could be important." Sam ran his hand down his face, "You're well placed and he seems protective of you. That's a good thing. All I want you to do is keep your eyes and ears open. Observe everything and report back to me. That's it Ms. Cruz. Observe and report." Samuel couldn't help but chuckle. "Kuznetsov is loosely connected to the Russian mafia now, but most crime in any major city is organized, by either syndicate or mafia. I would have thought you'd know that. Just stay close to James. And remember what I said."
