[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Grimaldi Books
[b]Skills:[/b] Perception
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	[color=D5FF00]"No, not from Boston Heights. It's for our friend Marc. He died very recently in a barn fire probably trying to save all the animals. I don't know. We weren't there until it was too late."[/color] It was really convenient that she actually wasn't in the Chicago area for any investigative reasons (as far as she knew), so she didn't have to have some sort of cover story or set of half truths in this conversation. Yet, she felt a twinge of guilt that even indirectly she felt relief from Marc's death. Remorse compounded by the feeling that if she hadn't been such a coward he might still be alive. But it seemed that the senior Gonzalez had picked up on the same thing she had.

	Perhaps it was simply the fact that she couldn't keep herself entirely focused on the conversation with the "call of the wild" constantly nagging in the back of her head, but Mali couldn't help but keep shifting her gaze back and forth between Caesar and Grimaldi Books. During one of these glances, she noticed Claire suddenly react to something going on in there. Chances were that the news Zoie brought wasn't going over well. Hopefully nothing too bad was going on in there. She doubted that Marc's friend would do anything like fly into an irrational rage, but she'd heard of reactions to deaths like that before. But she was probably just overthinking things again. But then again, Caesar probably had a far more refined sense for danger than she.

	[color=D5FF00]"Yeah, if you want to catch up later, here's a number you can use. Give me a call when you're done with whatever it is you're doing here."[/color] Mali scrabbled around for a stray piece of paper and a writing utensil, upon which she jotted down the number of her current phone. She left the truck and handed the piece of paper over to Caesar. Networking (and a free meal) didn't stop being important because she was traveling. She was fairly certain Caesar was trustworthy, and if she managed to get in the good graces of the heads of two major private security providers, that would put her in a uniquely advantaged position in this game. But it wasn't all that important to her at the moment. Her priorities were Zoie first, bathroom second. So with a casual wave she made her way to the book store. 

	Well first on her way she noticed the built cockney. As she walked past, she gave him a look over and gave him the nod of approval from a fellow swole folk.