Jenna

EMILY POV

I mind linked Troi to join me in the gas station.

“This guy knows Addie. Says we have to come back tomorrow to talk to someone named Jenna,” I told Troi.

“Oh, too bad,” she cooed. “We’re not going to be here tomorrow. Could you just give us her address? We can stop by and talk with her.”

The clerk shook his head. “Nope. Don’t know it, don’t want to. Jenna is mixed up with some crazy dudes. Definitely don’t want any part of that.”

I looked at Troi and then walked out. I knew she had ways and that she would get any information he had out of him.

Five minutes later she sauntered out of the convenience store, red hair flashing in the light. She handed me a piece of paper with some numbers scrawled on it. “Jenna’s phone number. It’s all the info I could get.”

I looked back at the store and saw the clerk looking out the window at us. He looked terrified.

“Should we go?”

Troi looked back at the clerk and sighed. “Yeah, probably. He might be thinking about calling