[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]

Research assistant? What did she think he was, some kind of good little errand boy who came running with your cup of coffee at a moments notice? Well perhaps he was, since he Adelaide's little servant on this case. Only difference was that he knew squat about her own expertise, and he was the one getting the cofee. But still, it might be better pay, and at least Adeliade wasn't a total bitch compared to some of those he'd worked with. 

Nah, he was stuck with insurance for good.

Robert listened intently as the woman explained herself, dramatically coming to the point of no return. Adeliade dropped her cup of coffee, about to fall over from what could only be an immense tsunami of grief and horror washing over her. [color=#7E5C65]"Oh fuck..."[/color] Robert wasted no time in putting down his own coffee cup and taking a hold of Adelaide, holding her up and helping the collapsing lady into a chair she could sit in. [color=#7E5C65]"...and this had been such a great fucking day already..."[/color] Robert muttered to himself, looking from the grief-stricken Adelaide over to the shattered cup and spilled coffee, then back at the woman. The bearer of ill news, to which his employer and landlord was Taking It All Too Hard. 

[color=#7E5C65]"You mind telling me just what the hell is going on? Who's Marc? Why are you here, and what do you mean by a barn fire? Just went up in smoke?"[/color]