Stacy Goes to Extreme Measures

It was pointless to speculate, she realised. She simply didn't know enough. As the first step towards learning more, she wanted to know what the remaining numbers were. She hadn't yet investigated the contents of her bag. It seemed unlikely that they would include a razor, but there might well be a manicure set, and she could use the scissors to cut off her pubic hair. That would leave a stubble that might well prove itchy, but it ought to allow her to read the missing numbers. She wondered if she had deliberately grown out her pubic hair so that no one could readily read them.

Emerging from her bath, she towelled herself dry and then went to get her bag. There would probably be stuff in there - a diary, maybe? - that would give her clues about her past life, she thought. After finding out the remaining numbers and writing them down somewhere, along with as good a copy of the Japanese characters as she could manage, she ought to thoroughly search its contents.

She quickly found a manicure set with a pair of nail scissors. She painstakingly snipped away her pubic hair, until eventually she could read all the numbers. Finding a pen and a credit card slip in her bag, she wrote them down on the back of the slip. along with a copy of the mysterious characters. She put the slip safely away in her bag. It obviously wouldn't do for Jacob to see it. It occurred to her that her vetting of him couldn't have been very thorough, if as her chief bodyguard she had employed someone whose daughter had been killed by the Dark Blade.

1. Then she searched through her bag, to see what she could find by way of clues about her life.
2. If she could get past her bodyguards, she would look around the hotel's public rooms in the hope of finding a Japanese tourist who could translate the characters for her. If she couldn't find one, she would go out onto the street in search of one.
3. There was a knock on her door. "It's me, Jacob," she heard. There wasn't time to dress, so she hurriedly put on her bathrobe and tied the belt.
4. There was a knock on her door. "Open up, it's the police," she heard. Looking through the door's peephole confirmed that the man outside was in cop's uniform. And she could see a second cop right behind him.
5. The phone on the bedside table rang, startling her. When she picked it up a female voice with a Japanese accent said: "Stacy Jones? Or should I say 40-42-11-74... ?"

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