[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/24wikia/images/9/9f/Morrison.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070412082437[/img][hr][b] [color=#7E5C65]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
[b][color=#7E5C65]Skills:[/color][/b] Research, Law[hr][hr][/center]

Robert had been working with these kinds of cases before for a very long time. According to himself it had been for far too long, but whether he liked it or not he had seen a lot of what that line of work had to offer. Which in itself didn't mean helicopter chases, snooping backstage the next reunion of Genesis or anything like that. No, he had just investigated cases in many different shades of grey. Be either car-insurance, life-insurenace or just insurance for that one Ming-vase that really was made in Taiwan, they all had the same motives and all that jazz; either they were after they were after the money, or their loss was geniune. His employer was of the latter, but that's where the similarities stopped. 

First of she was his landlord, and second he was working against the insurance companies. But it still involved paperwork. Loads of it.

The papers and photograps strewn on the small table in the antique book store were of all types and contents, though not unknown to him. Proofs of ownership, reciepts and purchases, papers probably written in ink twice his age and much more. The photograps of the supposed book, followed by the passionate and angry spouting in what had to be Italian drove several nails into the proverbial coffin of one of his theories, for now at least. The book that the insurance companies were getting their pencil-pushers excited for, had really been stolen. Now he just had to prove it. 

[color=#7E5C65]"No it's fine. Having shouting in the background really makes the little grey ones work."[/color] Robert said back to Adelaide after she apologized for her rant with the Vatican, not looking up at her as he continued to read through a bundle of paper concerning several other purchases she had made earlier. They looked legit too, so he put them down as she came over. He wasn't being sarcastic in annoyance or anger, he just was like that. And it was monday. [color=#7E5C65]"Coffee? Yeah, that would be good. Thanks Adelaide."[/color] He shot her a brief smile as he looked up at her, before looking back at the table and the papers. [color=#7E5C65]"I'm not done yet, but these all look good. The companies won't get much on their case from these..."[/color]

Robert was interrupted by the door opening. Since this was the type of shop you don't pop in just before the Hawks vs. Red Wings game started for a quick bag of chips, he instintively looked up from the paperwork and at the door. Two large, tough-looking guys walked in asking Adelaide about murders and if they could talk. Robert wasn't sure what to take from scene, except that it was odd. Perhaps a bit intimidating even? He wouldn't leave her just yet though, who knew what was going to happen.