[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] Research[hr][hr][/center] 

[color=#7E5C65]"Good, good...we'll figure this out."[/color] Robert said as he had stood up from his crouching, standing before Adelaide while rubbing his chin in a beginning thought. What were they going to find in Lawson's package to her? Why did he send it to her, and what was the connection between all of this? Robert didn't get to do much thinking before he had recieved something he hadn't felt for a very long time. A hug. For a brief second the insurance-fraud investigator didn't know what to do, but soon enough gave Adelaide a much needed hug back. In silence he patted her back, before she let go and went to take the phone.

While Adelaide was subsequently preoccupied by an important phone-call and the goodbye of Zoie and Mali, Robert grabbed the cup of coffee he had earlier offered to Adeliade. In the other hand he pulled up his phone, drinking the now lukwarm coffee and looking at his phone in intervals. [color=#7E5C65]"Clemins...Clemins, Marc and Lawson...What the hell do you three do?"[/color] Robert asked himself in whispers, pacing back and forth the room of the book store. Normally Robert wasn't in the business of figuring our murders or conspiracies, but his experienced mind of fraud and Agatha Christie fun-facts did its best. While thinking, two different plausable theories came up again and again; Either Marc and Lawson had tried to compete with Clemins in the trade of arms-dealing or whatever else the known criminal had dealt with, or they had tried to go under cover in an attempt to bring him down from the inside. Now those theories still sounded like something pulled out of a crime-novel, but they still sounded plausible all things considered. But why would a former Navy Seal want to deal in illegal arms trading in the first place? 

Robert stopped working his little grey ones as Adeliade finished up her phone call, walking up to her as she explained that someone from Wentworth would be there soon. [color=#7E5C65]"That's fast. Even if their security might suck, you've got to give it to them that their customer service is good. Guess knowing them helps."[/color] Robert said half-jokingly, taking another sip of the less-than-good coffee as he looked up at whatever security cameras were around, and back at Adelaide. [color=#7E5C65]"Are you okay with opening that package here? Might be best to keep it down in the vault if there's anything to worry about."[/color]