[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/machete-kills-danny-trejo-412x600.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Morgue [hr][hr][/center] This seemed a fitting end to the day, as a whole. Someone else dead. Now granted, they were in a Morgue; a place that does a brisk business dealing with dead people, some several a day. But this was another instance of someone in this particularly unhappy collection of persons in and/or around the Boston Heights area losing someone they knew, like the primal forces of the universe were playing a gargantuan game of "Pin The Tail On The Donkey" with a few residents of Justice, California as their personal hindquarter-deficient beasts of burden. Caesar wanted to care about this. Really he did. As quiet and businesslike of a front as he was putting up, though, his daughter and a lady who might as well have been his daughter were laying lifeless elsewhere in the room. He had a funeral to attend in Mexico and another to sign off for in South Carolina, luckily being planned by families and not himself. Mental note: Send a huge check to the Dunn family. Plus her unused vacation pay. [color=orangered]"Tomorrow morning, I am going to Mexico to lay M'hija to rest. And for that other reason, Cecily... If you want to stay here and handle more business, that's fine. I'll be back in a couple days. Otherwise, we need to start making plans."[/color] He looked over to the Detective, [color=orangered]"It's not a bad idea for you to get out of town for a while, too."[/color] The members of Juno they had found out about so far were mostly based inside of the United States. While it may stand to reason that they may have an international following, Caesar was willing to bet that their influence would be felt a lot less in his family's stomping grounds of Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. [color=orangered]"How well do you speak Spanish?"[/color] It was unclear exactly to whom he was speaking.