Song of the Siren 2.01

He froze as he felt the chilly end of the silencer nudge, ever so slightly, up against his hairline.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Just making a point dad”, she said, as she stepped away into a waiting car, “you have to stop helping me, and you have to stop having me watched; before somebody slips and one of your soldiers gets hurt, I don’t know all of them personally yet. Call me when you get home, I need some information.” …

“Tracy?” he said, as she answered the ringing phone.
“Yeah Dad”.
“That was pretty stupid Tracy”
“It was pretty necessary Dad, and you’re still not listening; what you’ve been doing is stupid and its becoming stupid on my behalf as well – you need to stop it”, she said, her voice getting rough with anger. “Did you send Jiles after someone tonight?”
“How did you know about that, is he there, let me talk to him,” he said, sounding startled.
“Henry called me Dad, he found him dead in an alley downtown, hung by his heels, killed ritual style; unprofessional except the killing part.”
“How ritual Tracy,” he said.
“A thousand razor cuts, none of them deadly; or so says Henry, he counted them. Who was he after Dad?”
“ A hit gone bad and still in the hospital, we only just found out he wasn’t dead.”
“Too busy following me around?” her voice sounded petty.
“Jiles is dead Tracy!” he said, the angry edge was unmistakable.
“Sorry Dad.”
“I would have sent Henry for this one but he would have gotten in trouble in the hospital, he likes it in places like that, only the doctors don’t care for what he likes.” almost sounding amused now.
“Then you still use him?”
“Absolutely, deadliest man I have, and I can hide him right under the lamp. The cops just don’t take him seriously.”
“Then he was watching Jiles, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Then he probably knelt in that alley and watched him freeze Dad!” she said.
“It would be in character for Henry to do that, Jiles got himself into a jam and Henry didn’t like him much anyway. It won’t help for me to talk to Henry about it Tracy, if that is what you’re thinking; he doesn’t really listen to anyone but you, you know.”
“Yes, I’ve heard that; I don’t understand it, but I’ve heard that.” she said.
“Your turn to stay out of something Tracy, leave this one alone!” she could hear a touch of frightened in his voice that she had never heard before.”
“Its too late Dad, I wasn’t alone in that alley. I could smell her. I didn’t get a good look at her, but she knows who I am. Get word to Henry that we need to have a Pow-Wow, if I knew she was there so did he – and stop watching me, especially now. They distract me and I need to be able to listen.” she said.
“Tracy?” the tone of his voice was enough to tell her he wasn’t listening.
“When I see them, I’ll start taking them!” she said.
“Tracy?”
She hung up the phone and waited for it ring again, when it didn’t she relaxed just a little. “ Maybe, just maybe, he actually heard me this time.” she thought to herself.