"Ma'am, take a good look around, you basically described every single man in this hunter's lodge. . ."
"His name is Ni Yang,"
"Oh, couldn't you have led with that?"
Monica's eyes squinted as she shot the mouthy receptionist a pulverizing look. That was enough to get the sleazy girl on track.
"Uhm, I have a file for a mister Ni Yang here, but its thin as hell. . .residential address is listed as Castra City. . .no known relatives. . ."
She flicked some more; ". . .no next of kin stated. . .no billing address either. . ."
She closed it with a flapping sound; "I don't think your mystery man wants to be found."
"He's not my mystery man."
Just then, the bubbly middled receptionist from before, emerged from the door behind the counter. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Monica;
