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Part of her was thankful she was alone when this strange man confronts her. Maureen and Michelle probably wouldn’t have engaged in the typical, Night Valean greeting of outsiders with shouts of INTERLOPER! because Maureen thought it a chore and Michelle hated aligning with the masses. But if she were with Diane or Cecil or someone, they probably would’ve ran this man out of town.
Not that Jackie really cared about the man one way or another. The last stranger who had tried to hand her a piece of paper was that asshole in a tan jacket from King City. Good riddance.
Gingerly taking the business card (pleased to see it doesn’t stick to her fingers), Jackie regretted it almost immediately upon seeing the job titles listed under the name John Constantine. “Alright, dude, what box of Flaky-O’s did you pull this piece of shit out of? Everyone and their grandma’s pet spider wolf is a demonologist. Angels bum rides off me literally all the time. One of my girlfriends has a former co-workers who’s now a tree in the Whispering Forest now. You brandishing around some cheap, fake business card from the back of a cereal box proves nothing.”
A pause as Jackie adjusted her jacket around her shoulders. Maybe she should throw the guy a bone before she gets wrapped up in another big adventure slash journey of self discovery. “Besides. Getting out of here is rough. I got into a car wreck before I managed it and I’ve only done it once.”
