[center][color=e3b068][h1][i]Ivy Drogato[/i][/h1][/color][/center][hr]

Ivy listened carefully to Nadia speak. Woman to woman, Ivy admired Nadia, she was smart and always ten steps ahead of the game. She wished she had known the woman earlier as she would have made a great team partner. Then again, that is just exactly what they were now. She continued bobbing her head up and down as she listened to her speak, before asking her a direct question.

Her doe eyes widened [color=e3b068][i]"Habits?"[/i][/color] Ivy pondered, thoughts pouring into her skull. [i]"Ulric was eccentric but a simple man. He has breakfast at this diner with a cup of black coffee every Sunday after church."[/i] she tapped her slender finger on a spot on the map. [i]"He visits our son's grave afterwards and places new flowers down."[/i] Ivy continued, not mentioning to where the graveyard or the site was. She wanted to keep that a sacred thing. No one was to be allowed there. She even regretted mentioning it in the first place. [i]"As far as daily things, he usually just makes rounds at the businesses checking in. I stayed home most of the time, so I'm not quite sure."[/i] She pointed out another mark on the point, [color=e3b068][i]"The home we made."[/i][/color] she tapped on this one a few times with her finger nail before pulling her hands into her lap.