Roxy glared at the office eyed man. She hated stuck up people. He thought he was better then she was because he worked a respectable job. His look didn't impress her. She had grown up in the middle of a hard core gang. She tapped her biker boots on the floor. "I was this was the place to go when one had information on a crimal. I'm I in the wrong place. Is it possible that the FBI isn't interested in information on Peter Black?"