xp_logs | Remy/Wanda

Remy and Wanda trade information before leaving Paris. They at least have an idea where the wayward students are going, but the bigger question of why they're running at all still puzzles them.

Twisting her hand to check her watch as she strode through hotel lobby, Wanda sighed. The whole mess with the club had taken her longer than she would have liked but, well, she had as much information as she thought she would get out of Devereux. After arriving at the hotel earlier in the day, she’d sent off a quick message to Remy, letting him know where to meet her at.

Tucking the folder tighter to her side, she sighed in relief when she reached her door. The fact that Remy hadn’t been in the lobby hadn’t bothered her—in fact, if he’d been waiting there for her, she’d have concerns. All she cared about was getting out of her clubbing clothes, getting a few stiff drinks in her and a long shower. Not necessarily in that order.

Remy, of course, was sitting on the chair near the door, flipping through some papers and taking long swallows from a bottle of water nearby. Typical of him, there were a couple of train tickets sitting on the side table next to him, which was the closest LeBeau got to pre-warning in the field.

“Oh good,” Wanda said in greeting. “I sincerely hope your evening was less skin crawling than mine.” Locking the door behind her, she shrugged off the long coat and tossed it onto the bed. The bottle of whiskey was still in the bag where she had placed it and she pulled that out along with two shot glasses.

Remy shook his head uncharacteristically. Something wasn't sitting right, and the last thing he needed was to pour booze on top of it while he tried to figure things out. "What did you find out wit' your people?"

That got her attention and she sat down across from him. The drink could wait. “Not much,” she admitted, stark anger radiating out from her. “According to the owner of the club, a former employer of mine for a short time, Jennie had been there. Unfortunately, she stopped going a few days ago, maybe more. Have you found anything?” The folder on the slave ring in Paris could wait a few minutes.

"Caught up wit' Marius. You're going to fucking love dis." Remy flipped open a folder and slid it over. It was thick with photocopied reciepts, sign-ins, and notes in Remy's tight handwriting. "Marius hired a nursing agency to look after his 'sister' while staying in Montmarte. Nurse says dere were two girls. One wit' dark hair, matched Jennie exactly and de other..."

Remy scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "De other wearing full bondage gear, confined to a wheelchair. What de fuck are these kids doing?"

Of all the things she was expecting, this certainly wasn’t it. Wanda flipped through the folder, lips tight. “Up until now, I would have guessed simply being teenagers who got in over their head. But the new girl adds an entirely new dimension and one I do not care for.” Leaning back, she rubbed her eyes. Who was she and where did Jennie and Marius find her?

She froze. “I have no idea if this ties in,” she said slowly, leaning over to snag her folder from the bed. Handing it to Remy, she continued, “But one of the reasons I sought out Devereux was that I had caught some rumors that he was getting involved with the slave trading business. After our last case, it struck a nerve and I followed up; it turns out that the rumors were true and he was entertaining slavers in his club. The file is all the information the bastard had on them and I convinced him to turn it over to me.”

"You thinking dat dey got mixed up wit' slavers or dey hiding from dem?" Remy's tone turned dark. "How would dey factor into dis?"

He opened the folder and started leafing through it was Wanda committed his notes to memory. There wasn't a lot there, but enough to drop to the right people and get this circle shut down. Was there a connection to the ring in New York? Remy made a note to get Doug to crosscheck the information they pulled from that laptop with Wanda's notes.

“I have honestly no idea. The two are probably different situations that passed each other through the club. I figured that while I was there, I might as well kill two birds with one stone.” Wanda hoped it was just coincidence, the kids didn’t need any more hard ship. “Remy, where do we go from here? I can keep hitting up my contacts but they’re proving pretty dry.”

"I know. I've got dem pinged leaving de city, a while before we arrived. Heading south, maybe into Italy . We're going to take another day here and squeeze de last bits of information we can, maybe firm up de intel on dis other ring you found. Den, I'm thinking we go down to Lyons . Dat's where de easiest travel routes split. If dey heading for Italy , dey going to need to transfer east dere. If dey keep going south, it's either Nice, Monaco , or Marseille. Dey can get cross-Mediterranean passage to anywhere from dose ports, or just try and blend in wit' de tourists." Dat gets us in Lyon for de 17th, and on de next stage de day after."

Wanda nodded, her mental map swirling through her mind as Remy named each place. “Alright,” she said slowly. “I have a few more contacts here, some might even have more information on what Devereux has gotten himself into. I will have to tread quietly on that, though, since I doubt I am very popular with him right now. Not too many people I can call upon in Italy but I’ll see if anyone I know is traveling through the country.”

"I'll send a note back to Stormy, let her know what we've got so far. Maybe de Professor can find dis girl if he can't find de two of dem." Remy closed the folders and slipped them back into his case. "Otherwise, Lyons and den we see. It looks like dey got out of Paris in a hurry, and dat's going to make it harder for dem to cover dere tracks."

It bothered her that the Professor was having trouble tracking Jennie and Marius down but that was his concern, his lead to follow. Wanda worrying about it wouldn’t change anything. “I certainly hope so,” she responded, shoulders slumping in exhaustion. She’d been pushing herself hard since Scott had first contacted her. She glanced over at the bottle and pushed it away. “A hot shower, first, and then I’ll try a few contacts that I know are night owls.”

"Bein, I'll let Stormy know what we're at, and den see 'bout making other arrangements." He picked up his case and headed for the door. "Meet you back here tomorrow afternoon."

Wanda gave him a short wave as he headed out, rubbing her head. There was still so much to do…but a shower first. And then she could get back to work.