[center][hr][hr][img]https://image.ibb.co/hHTZ3p/pro.gif[/img][hr][color=536d78][b]Date:[/b][/color] Monday May 23rd, 2017[hr][/center]
[color=536d78][b]O'Hare International Airport:[/b][/color] Lincoln sighed as he slipped the phone back into his pocket. "About Tasha's funeral and such. I called him soon as I found out," Lincoln said slowly. "He took it as well as could be expected. Said he could let his sister know what was up since she is out here working for some damn security company now. Knife, dagger? I dunno, something blade like in the title. Anywho, was just letting me know he got a flight and would be here tonight from Boston," he added before picking up his drink and taking a long sip of it. 

	Putting the bottle down he glanced over towards the door of the place where the main part of the airport was and spotted Gavin and Roy standing just outside talking to each other. They both seemed out of place with each other but seemed to be waiting now for them. Yet it was clear they were giving the two the time they needed instead of just coming in and interrupting them. "Listen, I'm gonna get going, have a lot to take care of," he said as he pulled out some cash and left it on the table. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimaldi Books:[/b][/color] Adelaide nodded towards them and waited for them to leave before saying anything. "Yeah, it doesn't sit right with me. As far as Wentworth goes, if whoever stole my book got through their system I know things went bad. I've known the Wentworth family since college. Went to university with the mans son. Why I signed with them," she said as she started back up the stairs. Then she stopped and went back to the vault door. "But if they aren't going to pay me to look, then I'm just gonna look myself. I don't have to share anything," she said as she did the scans needed to enter. "Come on, just don't touch anything," she added before swinging the heavy door open. Inside it looked like an old library encased in glass, various books pulled on display or on tables but the majority of her rather vast collection was behind walls that controlled the environment around them. 

	Outside Claire came out of a place a few doors down carrying a couple large bags of food and one to go plate in her hand. As she was shoveling food in her mouth she looked over and caught a glimpse of the men talking. A slight grin she headed over to them, quickening her pace and held her elbows up. "Food!" she chuckled. "Didn't know what to get so just got a crap ton of entrees," she said as she swallowed. Handing over a bag to each of them the MSG was heavy in the air, Chinese. "Oh boss, any chance I could get off this evening? You see my brother called and apparently a bud of ours died. His best mate. Good chick, hell of a right hook. Anywho, her fiance is flying out from Cali to pick up her body and bro was wondering if I could pick him up from the airport tonight. Shouldn't take long but bro needs a sister to make him laugh ya know, needs it right now losing Tasha and all that," she rambled off without even thinking. "Oh fuck, sorry, probably too much info."

	Phone rang and Claire picked it up quickly. "Yo, yeah. Okay, wait a second, wait a second God damn it Murph hold it!" she yelled into the phone before pulling out a pen and paper from her back pocket. "Uh huh, 3254 from Boston, tonight at 8. Right. What? Lincolns already in town? Fucker didn't tell me. Yeah, yeah. Hold the fuck on," she said before looking over towards Caesar. "Don't know yet. I'll fucking text you. Well if you have to get a cab to the Brinne house then fucking get one. I'll fucking text you. Yeah, fuck you to," she said before hanging up. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana - Ramada Inn:[/b][/color] The hallway was quiet. Inside the room was two standard full beds, a small dresser between them and a large dresser against the wall across from the beds with a TV on top of it and a remote for the TV next to the electronic. Over by the curtained window was a small table and two chairs. Nothing big but it would do. On the night stand between the beds was a phone, a box of tissues, a note pad and a pen. In the drawer was a Giddeon Bible. There was a lamp on the wall between the beds, by the TV and in the corner. A small bathroom was off to one side - nothing usual there. Just some small bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and mouthwash. 

	The windows and curtain were closed and the room was hot. Apparently they hadn't turned on the wall AC unit since the room was not taken as of yet and they had just checked in. Simple dials to get the thing turned on, hot/cold - High/Low. There was a luggage stand across from the bathroom and a small closet with a laundry bag, iron, and some hangers one couldn't remove from the bar. On the back of the door was a map of the hotel, where the exits were, and a "you are here" red marker on the plastic cover. Yeah, your typical mid cost hotel room. Oh well, at least there were bed. Question though, how long since they had changed the sheets or if you looked at the room through a black light - would it look like a Jackson Pollock painting?