[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=darkgoldenrod]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b][color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Outside of Grimaldi Books -> Church)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

        The exchange was noted with no small amount of confusion by Keystone, as he listened from the car. Then a broad sort of deduction washed over him. It might have made sense, being as the Boston Irish chick was Catholic, that she'd be acquainted with a priest. That priest would know what she did for a living, and in certain circles Caesar was a noteworthy guy. Then the Padre went and mentioned already knowing another Gonzalez. Yeah, that would make sense, too. It could be considered a sort of "investigative exercise", listening and attempting to deduce from facts presented. He was working with a former Federale. It wouldn't hurt to learn something from him. 

        Comcerning the priest's own deductions, Keystone had also spent quality time with another Gonzalez. Enough time to give her a child, at least. And more. He was aware that Caesar had a brother who was a priest, though he never met the guy; if that was the connection then it made even more sense. It might make for an interesting coincidence. At this point he would welcome the break. Even if simply motivated by sheer frustration at the events of the past few days, it might be nice to get another lead (outside of the funeral planned for that day) that came from a credible source and not a mysterious, string-pulling figure absently dictating actions like one of the older gods of Olympus. But considering what his boss had mentioned about the funeral, he did wish that Claire would get a move on. Timing could be as much an issue as location, and he was not familiar with Chicago. 

        Caesar took Father Pearson's offered hand. It was good to cut through the bullshit and get down to business, hopefully without the ego that accompanied so many of his recent dealings since moving to California. [color=ff4500]"Yeah."[/color] he rasped, [color=ff4500]"That's me. Thank you for seeing us so quickly. Maybe we should talk inside."[/color] A little privacy might ne in order, considering the nature of the discussion. While he was curious as to how this priest knew his family, Caesar did not want to broach the topic in the open. Call it being cautious. Or mild paranoia. He had earned the right to have both. 

        Looking back to Claire he said, [color=ff4500]"Thank you, Miss McManus. Please take care of the other thing. I appreciate your help today."[/color] It was a little gruff, as suited his natural limitations, but he meant it kindly. She had gone above and beyond the call of her job description for the man, and he generally did not forget things like that. Turning attention back to the priest, [color=ff4500]"Do you have someplace quiet we can talk? Not a confessional, if you can help it."[/color] While he did have a background colored by the Church (albeit in muted hues), Caesar was not the biggest fan of confession booths. He had done enough in his life to make the hereafter questionable for himself, and it was a sort of reminder.