A dim street light flickered, barely lighting the parking lot behind a doughnut shop. There was only one car there, a Chevrolet Impala with an older man in need of a shave sitting behind the wheel. Before long a young woman concealing her identity with a baseball cap and flannel took her place in the passenger seat. 

"Leave it to a pig to set up a meeting behind a doughnut shop" she said, clearly annoyed. 

"No one goes to doughnut shops at night, kid. Have you made any progress?" the cop said, still looking forward and not making eye contact.

"First of all my name's Rosie, not kid. And no, I haven't found a damn thing. I've barely been there a month, who do you think I am Sherlock Holmes?"

"We didn't pull you out of prison just for fun y'know. We need results. Do they at least trust you?"

"The old lady is glad I'm back, but its hard to say about the others. Probably think I'm a freeloader." She scratched her nose as she said so, and turned to look out the window.

"Good, as long as they don't suspect you. But next time we meet I expect something solid."

Rosie exited the car and took a cab back to the Moriarti mansion. "Watch it four eyes" she said as she squeezed her way past the man with the brown suit and into the kitchen in search of a snack. "Oh hey, whats cooking good looking" she joked when she realized Sophia was busy cooking dinner.