[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/c8P9h0T/ezgif-com-resize.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=#7E5C65]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Grimaldi Books: Robert's apartment -> Outside of store)
[b][color=#7E5C65]Skills:[/color][/b] Law, Research[hr][hr][/center] 

Who was Robert lying to? He wasn't going to miss his apartment, not for a good long while at least. He surely likely his apartment, it wasn't that. In that time and economy, you'd have to be a fool not to accept an apartment like this when you had the chance; Adeliade was a decent land-lady, all things considered, and it was a whole lot better to be living there than out on the street or in his office like he usually did. But that was the thing, the very thing. He was tired; tired of going to the office, doing his work, coming back home to sleep and repeat. This wasn't a life, it was a routine. A repeating part of a huge machinery. It pissed Robert off. 

So when he closed the door behind him and locked it, a part of him still found it annoying that they were going to Grimm. How was going there helping in locating Adelaide's books? But the other part of him, far out-weighing the first one, was glad to get out of this place. Perhaps the change of scenery would put a smile on the grumpy, old man's face for once?

Making his way down to the streets again, Robert didn't idle by. Thinking, thinking and digging was his job, and so he did as he descended the stairs he normally swore at. If they were going to Grimm, and already were planning on visiting the county office for information of Patty Fisher, were else could they do some research? To the man who'd spent far too long rubbing his nose in these sorts of matters, another line of investigation stuck out ot him; Hall of Records. It was, as they say, an "oldie but goldie". They'd probably find something of use there. What that something was, only time and research would show. 

Finally Robert walked out on the street outside of the building. It didn't take long for him to realize Adeliade had parked her SUV on the curb and was in the process of packing in her things. [color=#7E5C65]"All good? Where can I put by backpack?"[/color] Robert asked her, shuffling his backpack off his back and holding it by one of the straps. It was Adelaide's car, and probably her rules applied. [color=#7E5C65]"Nice car. Want any help with that?"[/color]