White: King's pawn e2>e3

"Calm down, we'll find them Emma, but can you tell me what happened to them?" Jessica tried to keep her voice calm as she walked at a brisk pace down the sidewalk, "Okay, well if the last time you saw them was at the travel agency, I'm just a few blocks away. I just talked to Ingrid, she's almost to your place... no, she doesn't have a car, it's a bit of a walk, listen to me, she'll search the apartment with Caitlyn. I just need you to calm down and retrace your steps, alright? We'll get this figured out and we'll be laughing about all this over drinks by tonight. Alright, talk to you later, just call if anything comes up," Jessica does her best to take charge of the situation and keep her friend focused on the task at hand.

As soon as the connection went dead, Jessica jammed her phone into her purse and came to a stop as she reflexively adjusted her shoulder length raven hair away from her face, then adjusted her black tank top under her white jacket and put her hands over her hips, taking in the texture of the denim from her jeans. Taking a deep breath, Jessica quickly resumed her march towards the travel agency, her determined look and fowl expression parting the crowd ahead of her despite her slender frame... '**** Caribbean'? What kind of name was that? How did Emma even find this place? Well asking her for details had been no help, Emma's memory between when she left the obscure establishment and when she got home was scattershot to say the least. That girl really needed to get a handle on things and fast! Still... they really needed all the help they could get... she knew this wasn't exactly an emergency, per se, but... Jessica pulled her phone back out of her purse, she had one last call to make before she got to her destination.

"Hey, yeah, you know how you told me to call you if I was ever in a bind? Well... hear me out, my friend is running all over town looking for her travel docum- look, I know this isn't what you meant, but if you're willing to help me out, I'll help you with that investigation you were working on.... right, well, I'll make the time after I'm done visiting this '**** Caribbean' place my girl must have found out of some ancient phonebook... yeah, it's the one on hillside road, you know it?... Huh, small world, yeah I'll only be there for a bit, I'm gonna see if the old man that works there either knows what happened to the documents or if he can work something out to replace them... sure thing, her name's Emma Anderson, I'll send you the address. My other friend Ingrid is there, just knock and tell her that Jessie sent you to help. Thanks a ton, I'll talk to you later," Jessica ended the conversation so she could pick up the pace. It helped to know people in the right places and she figured an investigative reporter was just the sort of person to know right now. Was it worth her journalist friend's time to help with this? Almost certainly not, which is why she had promised to make it worth her time. Jessica figured it was well worth her own time to line up a professional to help.

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