Jasper was in his study, intent on his latest sketches when the door opened smoothly and shut just as softly. He straightened but didn't turn, brushing his auburn hair out of his eyes.
"Neila."
"Good news," the woman said softly. "She was spotted south of here, in one of the many alleys in the city. We're just waiting for the word to pick her up."
"And you think you really have her this time?" He sighed, thinking of the many disappointments in the past.
"This one looks closest to the sketch as I have ever seen." The woman leaned forward a bit, her black hair falling over her shoulder in the motion. "She dreams."
Jasper's eyes narrowed and he rose abruptly. "How long has she been under surveillance?"
"For the past week or so. I believe your search for the girl is over. How will you explain this to your parents?"
"They need not know," he said dismissively, waving his hand. "Bring her in. Gently. Though do not let her get away. If need be, subdue her. She'll thank me for it someday." He was more worried than he let on. He knew she was a fragile thing and this might push her over the edge. But the quicker she was off the streets and safe with him, the better.
"Hmhm. They will find out about it sooner or later you know. Which would you rather it be?"
"That will be all, Nelia," he replied, frowning. She gave an almost imperceptible smile and left. He sank back down into his chair, sighing heavily. "Everything will be all right, Penny," he whispered at the sad eyes sketched before him.
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