“The pleasure is mine Miss Peterson. 
Now do you want diamonds, emeralds? 
I see you with some color.”  He
stated and Alice went along with him, then she gave him a
***** smile, leaning over the counter.

          “Actually, I met someone the
other week.  She had on the most elegant
cross, with a loop.  An ankh I think it
is called, a silver color, but definitely not made of silver… it was…  An odd name…  What was it…?”  Alice pretended to fumble for the word, her
dark eyes clouding over and the man helpfully said.

          “Titanium.  I make only high-grade titanium items,
virtually indestructible.  Wonderful
metal, difficult to forge, but a treat to work with, the challenge is worth the
effort.”  He stated, blowing his own horn
while managing to sound humble, Alice thought he was quite the salesman.

          “Quin…  Yes her name was Quin…”  Alice said softly, snapping her fingers and
the man nodded with a knowing look.

          “Yes, I made one for her well
over two years ago.  She said it was the
closest thing to Adamantium that she knew of, even though I have personally
never heard of adamantium, I took her word on it.  Wonderful young woman, very bright.  A friend of hers you said?”  He asked and Alice shrugged, he hadn’t offered up her last
name as she’d thought he might have.

          “I met her, and have not seen
her as of late.  It was a wonderful
piece…”  Stated Alice with longing in her voice, and she
smiled again.

          “Eighteen hundred dollar piece,
but it was a one of a kind, she had the mold for me, and took it back.  Even the chain was made of the metal.  Sadly it was a memorial to someone in her
life who’d passed away, can I interest you in something similar?”  He asked and Alice pursed her lips, wondering how to get
young Miss Quin‘s last name from this man.

          “Perhaps I could contact her?  It was sheer perfection to what I was looking
for.”  Alice stated her aristocratic tone
was her best work yet.  How she sounded
and looked like her mother at this moment, and for once, she was happy her
mother was a drama queen.  Alice had picked up a lot from Lenore; at least some of it was coming in
handy.

          “I do keep records, but she paid
in cash, always does.  I can take your
name, and the next time she comes in, I could give it to her?  I have a file…”  Alice‘s eyes lit up, a file that would have Quin’s
last name on it, yes!