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Primrose's hunch was right then. The man in the car had been to the club. Multiple times. So that meant the club was the next possible place to go. Still, Primrose felt odd not letting Eleanor in on what they discovered. However she was not....displeased to have Fynn there to help. After all, his expertise helped them find out the man had been to the club. And he translated the words quickly. "That sounds like a warning also. Perhaps it was a message. A message won't do a dead man any good so perhaps it's for someone else. Either way, I think the club will have more information.

She was concerned she hadn't heard from Mal or Jaelle either. But Fynn brought out his phone and dialed Eleanor. It rang. And rang. And continued to do so. Eventually, there was no answer and it went right to voicemail. "Well that's not...good. Eleanor always answers." Primrose now had a bad feeling for Eleanor as well as the other two. But it wouldn't do them any good to drive around trying to find them. "Well, shoot off a message to her and say we are going to the club. No use waiting around here when we already know the dead man had been there multiple times."

Primrose stood up and grabbed her stuff. "We can take my car, if you don't mind. I can get there quickly that way and, while I'm driving, you can see if you can pull up any information about the club. Basic information, sure, but see if you can find any stuff they may have tried to hide. The internet is forever, after all." She scooted around her desk, letting the piece of pizza sit there. She would get back to that later. She had never had cold pizza before but she heard how enjoyable cold, leftover pizza was. She had to admit she was a touch excited about it.

She waited for Fynn to get what he needed before heading to her car.