[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f06262]Robin Marshall[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/nwvYKd0.gif[/img]

[i]Location: Abandoned House
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson, Heather Ali, Finley Alestair, Miranda Burke[/I][/center]
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Robin parked up somewhat haphazardly outside the house, keeping a wide berth (or as wide as possible) from the other car already present. That it could have been a cop, as Heather worried, was a daunting prospect that set him on edge, a live-wire of anxious energy. Before leaving his van, he slipped out his lockpicking kit from a storage box under the driver's seat, which fit – barely – into the deep inner pocket of his leather jacket.

[color=f06262]"A PI?"[/color] That was reassuring. At least it wasn't the police. Hell, there was a part of Robin that would rather have a murderer or kidnapper than the police at this point. [color=f06262]"Could be worse. Plus, the door might already be unlocked if he's inside."[/color]

Robin approached the front door, just behind Finley, who was correct in saying that they were on the right track if the professionals were here. He kept his back facing the abandoned house to shoot Heather a reassuring grin. [color=f06262]"Even if it was cops, we're all squeaky clean, law-abiding citizens, so I'm sure it wouldn't come to much. Unless one of you have some literal skeletons in your closet..."[/color]

He didn't lock the Dancing Queen, but kept a careful eye on it for as long as he could before they entered the house. Sometimes a quick getaway was crucial, but he hoped it wouldn't be one of these times.