[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]Road To Grimm:[/b][/color] Roy looked over to Cecily and chuckled a bit before putting his eyes back on the highway. "I would say damn girl you know everyone don't you but I did ask. Think you could manage a call to one of them? I mean if you think they got clout and could find out somethings for us," he said as he flicked the butt of his cigarette out the window and rolled it up to cut down on the wind in the car. 

	Shifting in his seat a bit, he added another thing. "Oh and if you think you can trust them." That trust thing was a big thing at this point. He could have called in his badge number back to Justice and gotten a lot of information but then that would tip their hand, if they were even holding one. He could call his other partner but he really didn't know her that well, so the trust hadn't been established. For all he knew she was brought in from New York by Juno to help cover shit up by being assigned as his new partner. He was what was classified as a loose end at this point. 

[color=536d78][b]Chicago, Illinois:[/b][/color] Zoie nodded and walked off with Mali, letting out a bit of a chuckle. "Sounds like fun, I could use a laugh after all this," she said as they stepped into the bathroom. Thankfully with this being a small book store, there wasn't a lot of foot traffic. People really didn't use book stores very often anymore, especially locally owned small high end ones, which was what this one looked like. The bathroom was empty of people but filled with other stuff. This wasn't a normal bathroom, [url=http://www.rabat2013.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/58-best-pizza-images-on-gastronomy-food-pizzeria-design-bathroom-restaurant-japan-bathroom-restaurant-hong-kong.jpg]this place[/url] was nice. Tiled floors, private stalls that hit the floor to the ceiling, a love seat against one wall, and more. "Hell this is nicer than my john at home," Zoie chuckled as he went into a stall and shut the door. 

	Out in the main part of the book store Adelaide looked over towards Robert. "Ever hear of Murder High?" she asked. That would ring a bell for Richard. Grimm High School had been labeled by the National News Media as Murder High. Over ten years ago a single murder had occurred and been discovered when the dead girls body was dropped during prom from the balloons above and got stuck there. Simone Carter had been brutally murdered. The murder had been pinned on local Cynthia McMillan who got locked up in the local insane asylum for a decade because of it. Turned out she wasn't the guilty party and had been framed. At the 10 year high school reunion last fall a slew of others were murdered in a similar fashion. It had turned out that Chris Malone had been the guilty party and the deaths didn't end until he was shot to death in a fun house during the fall festival by none other than local high school graduate Riley Ridgeway, who was the same Double R who was the hit singing sensation. "We were all there during that. Myself, my husband Kai, my exhusband David, Cynthia, Riley and her sister Chloe, Ashley, and Marc... Kai and I booked it out of town quickly. Marc stayed behind a bit to help clean things up, I think a movie is being filmed right now about it....," Adelaide said before brushing back the tears. "Dramatic isn't my thing, this is pure panic that it's happening again...." she admitted. 

	Over in the church things were a lot calmer. Claire rolled her eyes a bit and bit the two toodles before climbing back in the SUV and buckling up. "Alright English, let's get you to the dance on time," she said before tearing off down the street. "So mind me asking, what type of work got you to jump the channel and swim across the big pond?" she asked as she swerved in and out of traffic. "Closest thing to your accent that I hear these days is when I watch Downton Abbey or Dr. Who," she added with a chuckle. 

	At the church the father waved bye to Claire before turning his attention back to Caesar. "Sure thing, come on," he said as he lead the man into the church and towards the offices. "So how is the family? I got a call from Joaquin not long ago letting me know about his cousin," he said in that a-typical fatherly voice. "Your family has my condolences," he added as he pushed open the door to his office and motioned for Caesar to have a seat. "I've known Joaquins father for years, studied under him," Atticus said as he stood there, his tone indicated it wasn't just about prayer and sermons. Once the door was closed he lit a cigarette and took a long puff before strolling over to his desk and having a seat. Tapping the ashes off into a coke cane he leaned back in his seat. "What can the church do to ensure the asshats responsible get to meet God personally?"

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana:[/b][/color] Grace looked over towards Riley and nodded. "Yeah, sure thing," she said as she grabbed a ring of keys off her belt and lead Riley back to the weapons stash. It wasn't a huge assortment. Rather small actually, especially compared to even what Roy had kept in the safe house back in Justice or carried in his bag when he took her to learn how to shoot. Thankfully when Roy had taught Riley how to shoot he had used the most common of guns. 32 pistols, a basic assault rifle, and a shotgun. There wasn't any assault rifles in the stash but there were some 32's, a shot gun, and a boxes of ammunition. It would be more than enough. 

	"Hrm, here we go, 2 side arms and some clips," Grace finally said after looking around for a minute. Reaching down she picked up two guns and checked them before slipping them each into a holster. A belt could easily be slipped through the holsters to make them easily accessible side arms. Handing them over she checked some extra clips and lined them into holsters as well. This would give each woman 1 gun and 1 clip in the gun, plus three to spare - all of which that would go on their belts for quick access. "Good luck and if you need anything just call the station, I'm on all day," she said before waiting for Riley to walk out of the weapons room with her so she could lock it back up. 

	Outside the smell of burning forest was still in the air and there was still a haze over the town but it was starting to clear out. That was good at least. There weren't a lot of people milling about. A few out for a walk here and there with their dogs, some driving by going this way and that. Other than the calls coming in about a clown, the town seemed rather sleepy. Grimm, Indiana - Tales of the serial killer had made national news. And now they had to go deal with a clown over at the Grimaldi's. Was the family name the reason the town was called Grimm? In a small town, chances were strong that was exactly why.