“Jay. Remember that redhead at the Penitente Ball? The one you wouldn’t shut up about?”

Jason, in fact, did remember. She’d been avoiding his gaze all night, which both pleased him (because it meant she’d noticed him) and annoyed him (because she was obviously not there to enjoy herself). Even after he introduced himself-throwaway name, fake accent-, she’d acted nervous and aloof. No one acted that way around him, especially not the women who came to those get togethers.
“Yeah, Henri. I remember. The one in the Jackie O number.”

“Well, turns out she had a good reason to not want to be noticed. She’s the Commissioner’s kid.” Henri paused, letting that fact settle in.

“No shit?” Explained a lot. It wouldn’t exactly be good press for Jim if his daughter was apprehended at the Cartel’s biggest social function of the year.
“Any idea why she was there?”

“Not a clue. Thought you’d want to know, though.”

“Thanks, Henri. Keep an eye on her.”