[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] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Things were getting tenser than church rat in a Cat-Beauty Contest. The Caesar fella was still keeping up his guard to them all, but mostly to Adelaide and the security company that he and the Brit was adement weren't to be trusted. Robert himself watched their stage-worthy exchange run its course while he walked up from standing in the staircase and leaning against the wall instead. He was familiar with the law, and the thought of brokering a deal had crossed him more than once. But the heated words from Adelaide to Caesar, Keystone and the new lady made him keep his mouth shut. 

He wasn't getting paid to broker deals. Not today, and especially not by Adelaide. 

Robert grabbed his cup of coffee while he watched as the defeated Caesar was led out by Keystone, undoubtedly having to leave without what they wanted when they first entered the book store. But hey, what had they given them? Only vauge hints of murder, conspiracy and illegal surveillance, but no more. But with the two guys out of the way, the lady stepped up to Adelaide as she had walked towards him. This was starting to plant the seed of "Being Pissed Off" in him. [color=#7E5C65]"I suggest you pick your words wisely, young lady. It's already been a dead-end with your two friends, and we've got important things to attend to. And you heard what she said; easy to be honest, difficult to lie."[/color] Robert told Claire flatly, a hint of annoyance flowing with his words as he lifted his coffee to take a sip.