[center][h3]Fynn LaPlace[/h3][/center]

"Madame Lafitte's ? Sounds French..." Fynn would not have been Fynn had he not brought some kind of electronic device with him that was suited to do some more research on the spot, but he found it difficult to fully concentrate on the screen right now. Primrose, she... she had actually [i]liked[/i] the pizza ? He had honestly not expected that to happen, but the way she had not hesitated to take the first bite only to then put it onto her desk almost as if she needed to build up some distance between it and her mouth so not to be fully occupied with eating... Interesting!

This was not the right time for doing some data mining on each other's eating habits however and it only took Fynn's hands a few swiping moves to bring up a map of the city with a lot of routes put into the car's navigation system drawn on top of it. Fynn turned the screen around to show it to Primrose, then zoomed in with his fingers onto a particular spot on the map until the name 'Madame Lafitte's' popped up. The line clearly did stop and go from there and more than once.

"Looks like our victim has been there several times indeed. It might be worth investigating even though I'd not be looking forward to it. I'm... not exactly the club kind of guy." Fynn tried to force a smile upon his face, but the utter failure to pull through with that entirely told a story about the truth in his mind. Buildings filled to the brim with cigarette smoke, loud music and probably tons of alcohol where not what he believed to be his forte.

Then he darted a glance onto her workstation's screen and read the words 'Aua, das tat weh.' she had mentioned. "I have no idea what that means, but if I might take a photo of that and dump it into my favorite AI transl... Oh, that was quick! Erm... it's German, and the one who has written this line complains about having endured pain. So... maybe this club is actually dangerous ?"

Of course it was if it had something to do with their case! The guy was dead after all.

"Mal  ? Jaelle ? Hm! That's a good question!" Now, [i]of course[/i], he could try and hack into what was pretty much his own software he had installed at least on Eleanor's phone in order to secretly access what her phone knew about her location, but there were options less prone to getting himself into trouble. Just calling her, for example.

Fynn put his phone onto Primrose's desk and activated the speakerphone function. Hopefully their boss would report in quickly, but so far only the usual beeping sound of a connection waiting to be established was to be heard. Slightly nervously, Fynn looked at Primrose and arched one of his eyebrows a little.