"'The key'? You could be talkin' about any key, kid. Gotta be more specific." Tom said, flicking his eyes between Jessi and Brisa.
"Look," Camilla said, stalking forward and slamming the paper from the files with a code on it that she had nabbed from her sister down in front of him. "This has to be something."
Tom peered down at it, pausing for a moment. He shrugged, looking back up at the red head. "Someone probably just copied this down. This stuff, code-- It doesn't mean anything."
Jessi pulled the twenty dollar bill out and showed it to him. "You sure it doesn't mean anything?" She asked. She kept the bill slightly out of his reach. "Tell us and this is yours."

