And so it was decided. I and JJ were going to meet with another femme fatale of his past, with hopes that this one won't be murderous. If she was, though, a nasty surprise was waiting for her. I learnt much since the first time someone almost killed me, and now was ready to assist JJ in fights with more than moral support.
It wasn't necessary this time, though.
Maria chose to meet in a fancy cafe where baristas would draw you pictures on your lattes. A thin veil of glamour simmered around her in aura-vision, and a full cup of coffee was standing in front of her. Dressed in stylish, but modern and not flashy clothing that fit the weather, she looked almost like any other of the few late customers that sat at the tables.
