[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] Roy pulled out onto the highway and smirked a bit. "Oh come on now, this car is so me. Total sports man, main stream, in the fast lane, vroom vroom," he said while trying to keep a straight face. He totally failed before busting out laughing as he drove. "I got it from the Sheriff, think he was going through a mid life crisis when he brought it. Who knows but it was faster than the patrol car," he said after a few minutes and then shrugged a bit. 

	At her other question he sighed and rubbed his face a bit as he kept driving. "I'm not sure. I really don't trust anyone, besides you, so that doesn't help. I want to think I can but I wonder what, if anything, she is hiding from me. Something about the woman doesn't sit right with me. Maybe I am just a misogynistic old fucker but something just rubs me the wrong way," he admitted before letting out a huff. "Who knows, maybe Justice has just left a bad taste in my mouth."

[color=536d78][b]Grimaldi Books:[/b][/color] Robert was right, he was going to have to wait for an answer to his question until later. Adelaide was having to deal Caesar right now. She looked over at the man and quirked a brow. This was a bit of a change but it seemed he really didn't get it. "I can give you the number but paying me isn't going to get what you want. I don't do the research, I will help but if you want me to go it fully alone that will be another $20,000 per hour, paid ten hours in advance at a time as a retainer," she explained as she stepped over to the counter and wrote down a series of numbers onto a piece of paper on a post it note. 

	Ripping it off she slid it over to him. It was the account number and a total. $700,000. It was a huge chunk of change to say the least. She then reached under the counter and pulled out a folder of legal looking papers. "These will need to be filled out and signed in front of two witnesses as well," she added as she slid them over to him. "And you know what. Unless somebody trusts somebody they'll be nothing left on earth excepting fishes." There was a slight pause. "In other words Senor Gonzalez, not trusting kills far more than trusting ever has."

	"I'll take a hug when yer mouth ain't full," Claire chuckled as she hopped up on the hood of the car and had a full seat as she kept her eyes on the book store and watched Caesar talk to the woman on the other side of the counter. Granted she couldn't hear what was going on but it was better to watch than to not pay attention. "I figure most people are good people, in one way or another, until pushed too far. Don't think many start out bad, just shit happens and then before you know it, you are doing the wrong thing for the right reason," Claire said as she ran her fingers through her hair and then shrugged a bit. "Seen two guys beat the fuck out of each other, each of them trying to protect the same girl from the other. Both thinking they were right, both kind of were. Both were so fucking wrong but they meant well."

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana - Ramada Inn:[/b][/color] The receptionist nodded towards Riley as she was informed that the girl was heading out. A little wave to the both of them as they passed. Outside the haze remained but thankfully the car rental place was just a hop, skip, and a jump over. Right next store was a little local rent a car place. Inside was an older gentle-man. Riley might have known him as he had a son that attended Grimm High School that was a few years older than Riley. It wasn't that everyone knew everyone in town but there was enough that faces were familiar. So while she might know the man, chances were she didn't know know him. Just one of those passing faces in a crowd. He had a name on his name tag - Bob. Hi Bob! 

	Bob is going over some paper work and there is no computer on the counter though looking over the counter one can spot one in the next room but it is old. Like Early 1990's old with a wonderful dot matrix printer making that lovely screeching noise as it goes back and forth over the paper that just keeps feeding into it. The man is hunched over and on a second look, he isn't working. He is doing a crossword puzzle. "Osiris before Jesus, twelve letters, beginning with R," he muttered to himself as he chewed on the tip of his pen.