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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)[/h3][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Funeral Home:[/color][/b] Ryan looked over towards Priya as she came over and spoke. His brow cocking slightly as he looked her over. "Yeah, none of your business that's what it is," he snarked as David straightened his suit. Trembling he turned and handed one of the glasses of water to Priya with an unspoken thank you in his eyes. 

	"Actually..." he began but then Riley spoke up. Ryan chuckled and pulled a large yellow folder from his back pocket and thrust it over towards the David. David handed over the other glass of water to Riley before taking the folder and opening it. "Um... Actually, if he wants you to help would be the case here Miss Ridgeway. I'm sorry but he is telling the truth. It seems they were married several years ago. May I?" he asked as he motioned to hand the papers over to Riley. 

	"Yeah, I don't care. She is my sister-in-law after all," he chuckled. "We're family." In the folder was a copy of a marriage certificate, copy of both Ryans and Chloes birth certificates, and a lot of papers for medical insurance and bills from a rehab center. "She needed help, I gave it to her." Ryan crossed his arms over his chest as he stood there.

	[b][color=ed1c24]The Farm:[/color][/b] Relic came back outside. "Goes straight to voicemail," he said. "I'm going to try to locate his phone," he added really faster before going back inside and sitting down at the kitchen table. Taking his laptop out and getting to work. He was going to try to track Marcs phone and see if it was actually on the property the last time it pinged. 

	Zoie just nodded as the firefighters finished putting out the blaze. Police were showing up now, talking to the firefighters. Investigators showed up next. Zoie slowly stood up as a couple of the men came over to the house and explained that they would need to talk to everyone there. It was time to answer questions. Whose house was it, when did the fire start, was anyone home, who did the limo belong to, and so forth. One of them motioned for Zoie to follow him inside, another asked for Mali to come to the other side of the porch with him, a third went into the kitchen to speak to Relic. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Queensguard:[/color][/b] Apparently the man at the gate was finally let in, but he was escorted by one of the extra guards just in case. After everything that had happened, it was not surprising for the added security. This was the first time these people had seen any food delivery men even though he kept swearing he had been there a dozen times before. He was nearly at the point of just throwing the food at them and leaving but he hadn't and was walked into the building and to Thalia. "Would hate to see what a dude would have to do to get in here to deliver a prescription if shit is this tight for a fucking eggroll..." he muttered under his breath. 

	Maria held out a bag for the diaper and then tied it up and dropped it in the waste basket. "Much better," she said as the baby giggled and smacked his dads hands over and over happily. It seemed that the little one was much better indeed. "I'll get the playpin set up for now, then we have work to do," she said as she stepped away and went to work. It was a simple enough contraption to give the child a place to lay down while they worked. Dark in colors, black, there wasn't any brand names on it. In fact it looked more military than infantile. "Kevlar baby pin, my daughter did make sure to cover bases..." she said quietly as she laid down a blanket in the bottom and spread out a few soft toys and a ring of plastic keys for her grandson. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Texas/Mexico Border:[/color][/b] "What...who...you...god...please..." the male voice stammered on the voice. One could hear the sobbing, the worry, the trepidation even though the phone. The paramedics worked as quickly as they could but in the end there was nothing they could do. Slowly they stopped working and shook their heads towards Cecily. Seeing she was on the phone they didn't say anything but they didn't have to. 

	There was a simple mouthed I'm sorry from one of them before the other got up and walked back to the ambulance. "Is...she... going to be alright?" the an on the phone managed to choke out as the paramedic came back with an all too familiar black item that was folded up. A body bag. It was laid out on the street and the men as quietly as they could moved her body into it and there was a sickening sound of life no more echoing as the zipper was pulled up and the bag closed, covering the doctors face. A heft and the body was on a stretcher and moved into the ambulance. A pool of blood was left behind where Natashas body had once lay.