[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] 

An ex-serviceman turned FBI, former assosiate with the murder victim broadcasted on live-television? Yeah Robert had seen that too, but in his line of work he had gotten so used to just digging certain images and thoughts deep down...He didn't know why, perhaps it was to not get attached to clients? Or frankly, my dear, he didn't care after so many years? But for Adelaide he would care, and those memories were dug up from the proverbial garbage pile. 

[color=#7E5C65]"FBI and trooper you say?"[/color] Robert repeated after Adelaide, walking slowly over to the coffee machine and filling up his empty cup. It sounded like the beginning of a classic Tom Clancy thriller, though Robert was always one for the older classics to be honest. At this point it sounded like a sound conspiracy, especially with the theories thrown at the wall earlier with Wentworth spying and possibly murdering people, the so-called grouped called "Juno" and Adelaide's book being stolen. Robert rarely bought onto the whole conspiracy-thing after 9/11, and yet with all that he had heard that day, even he was starting to formulate some thoughts in his insurance-fraud mind.  

[color=#7E5C65]"What about the arms dealer? A guy like that surely won't go quietly into the woodwork, even if he's dead. Could it..."[/color] Robert began to ask, walking back over to Adelaide and handing her his cup of coffee. Surely she needed that more than he did. [color=#7E5C65]"I'm sorry about your ex-husband too, real mess...but say hypothetically, it could be that the two cases are connected. I don't know what your ex-husband was into, but him working with Marc around that time could have brough him into the line of fire as well. Made him a target, or made an example...Geeze, I sound like I work for the Mafia or something."[/color] Robert continued his musing, starting to walk around the room a bit as he theorized, but quickly turning back to Adelaide. [color=#7E5C65]"Anything you want me to do? Can I get you anything?"[/color]