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Riley closed her eyes once more and took another deep breath as she started to finally relax somewhat, she was still stressed out after finding out what happened to Chloe. Once they find Cynthia and get her out hopefully she needed to have time to herself and get some drinks, Riley looked out the window as she saw the asylum coming up. Riley pulled out her glasses and put them on, once the cab driver stopped just outside of the asylum Riley pulled out some of her money. Riley handed the man the fare and quickly climbed out of the cab, she looked around for a moment before walking across the street.

Riley saw a small coffee shop that was across the street, she went over and sat down in a seat that was overlooking Justice Asylum taking a deep breath as she. "Whenever you see Cynthia mention me and Marc." Riley said to Felix through the ear piece, she looked over towards one of the waitresses as she was approached her and Marc to take their order. "I'd just like a regular coffee please." Riley told her as she leaned back looking over at Marc. "So, you never answered my question. Once we find Cynthia what next?" Riley asked Marc again she would occasionally look back at the asylum across the street waiting to see what was going on over there.

Well it looked like it was up to Mali to be the emotional anchor of this impending shitstorm seeing as she was the only one not totally ignorant of the situation at hand and a)in her right mind and b)not informed to the point of being able to have a freak out like Relic was right now. Things that could be pieced together immediately based on context clues was that this Valentine character was bonkers and worked for the big-ol conspiracy as some sort of hitman. There was a very small window that either of these facts were false, but the chance of that applying to either of them was so small that she didn't even take it into account. There was a reasonable chance that this chick was the one who killed Danica, and any further investigation into this particular topic would probably involve getting closer to her than either of them would be comfortable with.

All that was deciphered in about an instant. The bigger issue is what to do about the two women in front of her. Clearly they had to get the hell out of here ASAP so as to minimize chances of imminent death, but just leaving them to die didn't sit right with her conscience. Fuck. Mali's mouth twisted before she stepped over to the table and grabbed a pen and a nearby piece of paper that didn't look too important. Quickly she scrawled a bit of info onto a blank corner, ripped it off and folded it in half.

"Look," Mali began to speak, in hushed tones that came out as fast as her mouth could make them while still being understandable. "I know what I'm about to say probably sounds crazy-talk, it certainly did to me. But you're in grave danger just by being here right now. If you're lucky, you're going to start running into a lot of coincidences even if you try to keep your head down. Personally, I'd try to distance myself from that one. Neither of us have the time to explain this in depth, but if you manage to survive and want to take a trip down the rabbit hole give me a call and I'll try setting up something more secure." Mali offered the slip of paper to Dr. Kingston, and whether she took it or not, Mali would close Relic's laptop and hand it back to him.

"C'mon Relic, let's get out of here." Time spent standing around scared was time better spent not being in the danger zone. She didn't expect the doctor would take the paper or listen to a word of what she just said, but any attempt at gathering more allies/keeping people from dying was better than none. If they didn't want to take advice given to them, well that couldn't be helped. If Iris took the slip of paper, on it she would find the following information written inside:

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Cecily raised an eyebrow at the information Roy presented to them. Truthfully, as much as she wanted to be shocked, she couldn't be. He had told her, after all, that he covered up Peyton's death. Instead of being surprised, Cecily felt more disappointed than anything. The world had always seemed like a terrible place before, she knew that there were no true heroes. But she had slight hope that perhaps there would be a genuinely good person in Justice. Perhaps that had been foolish to think.

"Okay," Cecily replied, once Roy finished. "By the judge...The one who granted the FBI jurisdiction over the Lawson case?" She couldn't quite remember hearing about any other judges, as much as her parents made it their duty to know as many judges as they could. The only judge Cecily knew especially was Judge Judy.

But more importantly, Cecily once again was presented with a problem. Proserpine, from what Roy described, was some sort of deadly force. There was no reason for an ex-CIA assassin to have missed and allowed her to live. She bit her lip slightly, hoping that the reason was that her life was completely inconsequential to Proserpine. She glanced over at Natasha, recalling her words about dying for her job. Cecily then snapped on a pair of gloves, and glanced at Roy.

"Let's get to work, then," Cecily said simply. "Got a name for Proserpine? Or anyone else in the organization?"

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Iris couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, as Relic showed her the image of the real Valentine. Of course she knew that Cynthia wasn't Valentine, but she wasn't going to refuse to call her patient by that name at the time being. The photograph did match the mysterious visitor Cynthia had at the other asylum, and had Cynthia not been a halfway house patient, perhaps Iris could have taken some course of action.

But her hands were tied, so to speak. Unless Cynthia was reclassified as a permanent patient, meaning involuntary confinement, she had no legal option to restrict visitors. If Cynthia wanted to speak with Valentine, she couldn't restrict it. The only restriction would be that if Cynthia did not return to the halfway house within her allotted time, a warrant for her arrest would be issued.

"I see," Iris replied, skeptical at best as Mali handed her the card with contact information. If Relic and Mali decided to leave, that was their decision. Iris, meanwhile, had the cocky sense of security of youth and a determined need to be there for her patients. "Valentine, if you would like to spend some time with...the other Valentine, I can arrange a few days for you at the most. I'll need a name to put down for our records and contact information, if you have those on hand?"

He absently scratched his head as he considered his next course of action. He needed to get in to see this woman and no one had even set up a meeting for him? Did that mean he'd have to lie his way in and potentially break the law? He sighed internally, hoping Marc had some get out of jail free card.

"Ah well, my friends who used to know her have been meaning to give her a visit, and well they sent me along to make sure she was doing alright, a short visit will suffice I promise"

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It was a lot to take in at one time. Sure, it wasn't the first time that a conspiracy of murderous, international intrigue had taken over his waking life, but it was the first time that it was led by a group of megalomaniac women in multiple positions of power and influence. In his younger days, he mostly tackled drug syndicates and corporate robber barons, spiced with the occasional disappearing of a target picked out by government contractors. Even now that his legitimate business had grown to a more than respectable, international level itself, it seemed like the kind of thing that was used as a pawn in the machinations of a collection of ovarian Bond villains that were already responsible for the death of his daughter.

Serious consideration was given to identifying each member of this group and taking care of them in a manner that was messy and final. Yes. But that was the last part of whatever plan he went with. Caesar needed to know things first.

Then something Cecily said struck a chord with him. "If the Judge was blackmailed to give the FBI jurisdiction... the Feds are part of this, then. The agent on scene and guy who put him here, anyway. Can't trust anyone, huh?" It was an understatement. It's not like they could ask everyone they met to strip, at least not without some serious social backlash. "Wait, you said they were targeting that other Derby team? Maybe we should reach out to them."

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Justice Asylum: - Marc went with Riley over to the coffee shop, looking over the menu before placing an order for a large black coffee. Once it was handed to him he started adding sugar packet after sugar packet until it was so sweet it would make most people teeth ache. Taking a long gulp of the drink he sighed. "Basically, I didn't answer because I don't know what is next. It will all depend on how things go for him inside and what information we can get from Cynthia... God I with Ada was here, she could get Cynthia to talk freely," He said as he looked down and swirled the cup.

Relic nodded towards Mali before looking back at Dr. Kingston. "She's right, be careful..." he muttered under his breath as he shoved his lap top back into its case and then into his pack. Cynthia giggled as she flopped down into a chair and started spinning around in place, her head falling back and looking up at the ceiling as she spun faster and faster.

"She'll find me, she always finds me," Cynthia giggled happily.

The nurse looked at Felix and grumbled a bit before ringing up to the doctors office once again. "Dr. Kingston, we have another visitor, this one is for your new patient..."

Justice Morgue: - Roy shook his head. "I wish I had a name, then it would give me more to work off of but she was a black ops specialist, or at least I think she was. Whatever name she has it isn't on record... And yeah, it was the same judge that assigned that FBI agent. I don't think he is under their thumb yet though. She didn't seem too happy about having to approve it but there was nothing she could do to stop it without drawing attention. Apparently the man he is investigating was an Ex Navy Seal and an old friend of Tinders." Roy rubbed the back of his neck and then cracked his knuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension within them.

"Lawson was not part of aqueduct, so I don't think Tinder is. I think Tinders presence is personal. As far as the Dragons go, they were pushing into Juno's drug and weapons trade. Their leader was taken out on the street in broad daylight. I don't think they are that together, at least not enough to be help..."

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Riley leaned back as she got two packets of cream and poured it into her coffee as she looked out over towards the asylum that was just across the street letting out a slight sigh for a moment. She turned her attention towards Marc seeing him pouring packet after packet of sugar into his coffee. "Careful you might overdose on that sugar there." Riley said with a slight laugh, trying to lighten up the mood between the two of them. Riley reached over for her coffee and started to take a drink of I closing her eyes as she enjoyed the taste of it, she would occasionally look around the room wondering if the person that took that picture of Cynthia came here.

Riley then turned her attention back over towards Marc. "Is there maybe a way we could get a threeway call in, with Ada through Felix's phone or something like that, maybe that will help Cynthia a little bit?" Riley asked maybe that would actually help Cynthia since to her Felix was a complete stranger that just knew her and Marc only a few minutes ago.

Now that she had gone through with the action, it occurred to Mali that she was playing the role Relic had a week and a half ago. Maybe he had somebody else pull him into this nonsense in a kind of similar way. But if that were the case, at least he had time to make fancy business cards and think up a cover name that wasn't dumb-sounding and contrived. Whatever the case was, Mali hoped that the doctor would either survive and be able to make contact, or not even need to arrange a meeting and avoid the conspiracy shenanigans.

Cynthia's words on the other hand confirmed the integrity of Valentine's mental faculties. You don't get that familiar with somebody that looney without either being a doctor like the hopefully less ignorant Dr. Kingston, or being a fellow loon. Mali ushered Relic out of the room, almost pushing him as he fumbled around with his bag. There was another guy who was supposed to be coming in soon, and she didn't want to have to deal with more people. Get out of the danger zone, get towards moving towards the meeting place.

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Cecily nodded, processing the new information that was added. The thought that this hadn't spread yet to the FBI was comforting, but that wasn't the only federal agency that could be infiltrated. The leader of Juno's roller derby team had a cabinet position, for example--and Cecily doubted that the universe would be merciful enough for McCormick to be completely unaware of Juno's activities. The task of dismantling Juno's organization looked to be fatal already, and all Cecily needed to remind her was the impromptu surgery Dr. Brinne had done on her to remove the bullet.

"You said Dragon was moving in on Juno's drug and weapons trade?" Cecily confirmed, strumming her fingers on one of the autopsy tables. Her roommate's sister was involved in drug trade, from the details Cecily could remember. And then there would be C.I.'s that the Justice Police department would have access to. Perhaps that would be one angle to approach it from. "My roommate's sister deals in drugs," Cecily explained. "Maybe we probe at Juno from that direction, see what we can find..."

Of course, Cecily's voice was coated with uncertainty. Her degree was concerned with molecules primarily, and her job required her to apply her knowledge to crimes. However, when it went beyond what could be discovered in the laboratory, all Cecily really knew came from television shows and comic books. Roy and Caesar made careers in this--they'd know the moves to make and the moves to avoid.

"We can also approach Tinder," Cecily suggested. "Maybe he's found something...if he can be trusted."

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Iris nodded, mulling over the new information. She hardly liked the sound of any of it, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to go seek shelter in an embassy. But at the same time, she had to maintain a healthy skepticism. As a psychiatrist, she would live her days in constant fear if she believed everything she was told. She had had patients claiming that the devil spoke to them and whispered horrible things in their ears.

Once Mali and Relic left, Iris stood up, glancing at the door for a moment. Cynthia seemed to be content with rolling and spinning about, laughing manically. Perhaps she ought to see about reclassifying her commitment status--for Cynthia's sake, as much as everyone else's. Iris hardly felt comfortable with the idea of leaving Cynthia to her own devices. Whatever sanity she had attained seemed to have slipped away so very suddenly.

"Yes, yes, thank you," Iris replied into the phone, glancing at Cynthia. "If his identification checks out, send him in. Cynthia will be in the lounge area presently." She then hanged up the phone, and walked over to her door, opening it for Cynthia. "You have a visitor. It was lovely talking with you, Valentine."

Once Cynthia left, Iris would begin to gather her things to leave for the day. While she could remain at the asylum later that evening and continue working, something about Relic and the other woman had startled the young psychiatrist. It was the series of coincidences about Valentine that piled up, with all of the matching information. She might be skeptical of them, yes, but she felt there could be some truth to their stories.

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Seems most of Caesar's ideas were shot down by suggestion or by situation. Well, better to know now than when he got out there, he figured. Now with this other Roller Derby group taking heat fro Juno... "¿Qué en el infierno? Why do the Derby Girls have control so much crime? This makes no fucking sense. None." Caesar seemed to step out of himself and into a sense of hyperobjectivity as he spoke, "I mean, is this something that has to do with the people that own or control the league around here? And why the hell would such powerful women lower themselves to be a part of a regional not-quite-sport team? These are powerful people. Can't they just meet in a lodge someplace, or un castillo maltido? You know, wear robes and have a special fucking handshake like normal secret societies?"

The older man was suitably frustrated. This running around and hypothesizing was pointless. On the other hand, if he really wanted to take a potentially "nuclear option", he had a good idea where two of these people were at that moment. Which reminded him - Caesar had neglected to send Keystone an All Clear indication. Shaking his head, he sent a quick text over his secure line to Keystone's company phone.



"Look, I don't like the idea of getting in with drug dealers. A lot of them still talk about me like I'm the boogeyman or something. But I'm listening to options. Like this FBI guy? Anyone know who he is, where to find him?" For all he supposed, he could probably just walk into the local offices of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and set up an appointment. Of course, that would tip his hand immediately. He didn't particularly want to get killed, like his...

"Hey, when did you say the bodies would be released? This needs to be taken care of." This last remark was directed at Dr. Brinne, in a much more humbled, less irritated tone of voice.

He tapped his fingers on the desk as he awaited the answer from the doctor. Did that mean she was in the middle of a therapy session and he'd come in at just the right time, from the sounds of it, the doctor that was treating this Cynthia was also the one the two previous people were also just going to go see. That was cionvenient and one might say...a coincidence. He shook his head. No, this meant someone else was on the same trail.

Enemy or ally, that was unsure for now."I do hope she's available, took me a while to actually get to this place, not that good with maps!" he said with a chuckle, trying to make some light humour to make himself seem less suspicious. He looked around slightly, making sure no one was behind him. He was looking out for the bearded man. Mr march was his name right? WHo knew where that guy was...how much he knew about Felix. And what he didn't know scared him.

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Justice Asylum: - "That's why god gave us Google maps you numskull..." the receptionist added as she waited for an answer. Rolling her eyes a bit. Marc looked over at Riley and chuckled a bit.

"Sugar does a body good," he teased before shaking his head. "Nah, tried the phone thing once with Cynthia, it well... Didn't work out. I would like her to come out here but I know it isn't safe and I have a feeling that Kai would kill both of us if anything happened to Ada out here, especially since," he said as leaned against the table slightly. "Ada is expecting, twins."

Relic hastily made his way out of the office and down into the main lobby, it wasn't until then he got his laptop fully into his bag. He didn't want to stay there any longer than he had to. With what he was putting together in his head, that killer would be coming to see Cynthia soon and he didn't want to be around when she did. Walking out the front door he glanced around before hailing a cab.

"Holy shit..." Marc said, nearly spitting out his coffee as his eyes fell on Relic as he exited the building. "Riley, stay here," he said as he started to make his way across the street towards Relic and the woman with him.

"You can go up now," the receptionist said after getting the okay from the doctor. Buzzing in Felix before going back to her duties. Cynthia twirled around and around in her chair.

"So many people, so little time but she's not here. No she isn't. Why hasn't she come? She will. Not her, the other one. What other one? Our friend! She did, before we moved here, remember? Oh yeah, she can't travel anymore for a while. That's right. Think she will come later? I am sure she will. And bring them? Of course!"

Justice Morgue: - Roy sighed as he looked over towards Cecily. "Part of that shoot out took out several innocent bystanders at Club Afterdark. One was that kid Ronnie that your sister was hanging out with at the Roller Derby. The other was a girl by the name of..." he said beofre bulling out his little spiral note book and flipping through it. "A Chloe Madison Ridgeway. Long rap sheet but figuring she is the sister to that rock star roommate of yours," he said before looking back up and tucking the note book back into his pocket.

"Have you notified the next of kin?" Natasha asked as she sat there.

"Not yet, I will in a bit," Roy said before looking over to Caesar. "I know it seems odd but they use it for recruiting purposes. Get the girls young, see how ruthless they can be. In this town chances of becoming anything are slim, beyond slim. What other chance are they going to have to rub elbows with some of the most influential and powerful women in the country much less the city? It's easy to get them hooked," Roy said, biting his tongue and not saying that was probably how Juno got his daughter.

"I can release them now Senor, though if Cecily is going anywhere with you I request to come along as her doctor, I need to keep an eye on that bullet would to ensure there are no complications," Natasha said as she motionedover towards Cecily.

"Cecily, got a computer I could use? I want to double check on the Riley and Chloe connection..." Roy said as he stood up and cracked his back some.

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Riley smirked slightly at Marc's comment, sugar was certainly good in the early hours of the day or if you are planning to pull out an all nighter. "Well just be careful you don't end up acting like a crazed kid on sugar." Riley said jokingly as her idea was shot down, it probably was a good idea not to give Cynthia a phone. "True she might end up throwing it across the room or smashing it on the floor with something." Marc then brought up Ada and Kai, Riley hadn't had much contact with the two of them since the reunion she was really happy to hear when Marc told her that Ada and Kai were expecting twins and made a note to call or text Ada later on to congratulate her later. "That's really great to hear i'm happy for the both of them." Riley said as she went to take another drink of her coffee leaning back in her seat letting out a slight sigh and ran a hand through her hair slightly.

Riley's eyes wondered out towards the asylum she heard Felix still talking to the receptionist on the other end, she sighed slightly and watched as a man and a muscular woman started to come out of the asylum. Riley turned her head to look at Marc spraying his coffee onto the table. "Alright i'll stay here then, hopefully not get myself shot." Riley said actually listening to Marc this time, the last time she ended up getting bitched out by him for not listening. Rile watched her friend getting up and leaving the coffee shop and making his way across the street towards the two of them.

Riley took another drink from her coffee looking up at a waitress and asked for a refill her eyes wondering around the room, still slightly paranoid now that she was left alone in the coffee shop.

Mali had no great wish to stick around the asylum either, but managed to keep a cool expression regardless of how worried she might have been feeling on the inside. As they left the building she gave a friendly wave to the receptionist, who probably did deserve a raise for the shit she had to deal with.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ, it was too hot. The oddity of everything that had occurred in the building had made her forget the sweltering pit of bullshit that was the weather. She'd thought that having more summer would be great back in Massachusetts, but no. It's nothing but a bunch of trouble.

Mali stood behind Relic, letting him hail the cab until she spotted a dude walking across the street towards him. He wasn't Valentine so that was one plus, but nothing else about him of his actions elicited further comfort. He could still be part of the conspiracy, or even some random jackass with a grudge. Mali stepped in between the incoming man and Relic, who didn't seem to have noticed the former.

"Can I help you?" Mali sized up the dude physically. He was taller, at least more than 6 feet tall, but he wasn't that much taller. And although he had the height advantage, she was bigger than he was. All that said, she did have a broken hand and the dude could just have a knife or gun. But she would try to be civil before immediately escalating it to a physical confrontation.

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Cecily sighed slightly. It happened in Justice more than she'd like--just as they got further along on a case, someone with information turned up dead. But at the same time, there'd be an even bigger issue--her roommate's twin sister was presumably dead. She'd have to notify her roommate about Chloe's death, and ask her to come in for an identification of the stiff. For any family member, that'd be hard. But for a twin? Cecily imagined it'd be like staring into a mirror--even if Chloe and Riley weren't identical.

"Yeah, that's her sister I bet," Cecily replied. "...Be easy on Riley when you tell her, okay? She lost a lot of people in Grimm last year."

However, at Roy's request, Cecily nodded and grabbed the computer kept in the morgue. It wasn't anything too special, but given that it was a laptop, it had the benefit of being able to move around. She had a small pipe dream about getting an iPad for the morgue, as to better film and document with, but it wasn't the time. Cecily stepped aside once it was up and running, allowing Roy to do his bit.

Hopefully they'd find more than just another dead-end.

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With her office free of patients, Iris put on her beige overcoat, and closed her eyes for a moment. She was the youngest psychiatrist working in the asylum, and some of her colleagues sought to remind her of that. She was too idealistic, they'd explain--she believed too much in her abilities to help people, rather than accepting that some people simply cannot be helped. She opened her eyes and smiled a bit to herself, quietly whispering a reminder as to why she went into psychology in the first place.

Shutting off the light to her office, Iris perked up ever so slightly as an idea came to mind. Work had been a bit rough and interesting--so why not treat herself? A small distraction of shopping in the Diamond District couldn't hurt, and she could then spend her evening looking into Relic. If she couldn't find out more about Jenny Green, then the next best place to start would be the boy who knew enough about her to, theoretically, get himself killed over it.

And if all else failed, she could always spend her evening with some Nutella and Criminal Minds.

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Justice Asylum: - "Didn't think you were out of prison yet," Marc said as he stepped up onto the curb, glancing over towards Mali. "FBI Agent Tinder, wanting to talk to an old friend," he quipped as Relic looked over at Marc and froze. Looking around nervously he motioned for Marc to shut the hell up.

"Would you keep it down for fucks sake, want to get me killed?" Relic said as he kept Mali between Marc and himself.

"Fine, where's your sister?" Marc asked quickly and quietly.

"What? Haven't heard from her?" Relic asked looking genuinely confused.

"Not since Lawson went down, she still alive?"

"Yeah," was all Relic would say. Marc grumbled a bit and pulled out his card. Relic took it reluctantly but took it none the less.

"Have her contact me pronto," Marc said before nodding towards Mali. "Ma'am." Turning he started to walk away.

"Hey, how's Thana?" Relic chirped. Marc turned around and smirked a bit.

"She's good, should call her sometime," Marc added before heading back over to Riley.

Justice Morgue: - Roy glanced over towards Cecily and nodded. "I will," he said as he took the lap top and started the search. After a few minutes he pushed the computer back some on the table and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, it's her sister. Seems there is ore to it than that," Roy said as he turned the computer around for Cecily to see, on it was an article about Grimm from last year. About what had gone down. On the article was a picture taken the night everything went down with Chloe and Riley standing there next to a tall dark haired man. "That's Tinder. Seems he knows them," Roy added before shaking his head.

"Why in the hell are all these people who survived that shit out here?" Roy pondered out loud to himself.

"Probably wanted a fresh start, why I keep moving," Natasha piped in without thinking.

"Dealt with a lot of death?" Roy asked as he looked over to her.

"Mother, father, nearly me twice," she quipped before sighing deeply. "Came back here because I survived here last time, hoped the luck would hold. At this rate I am not so sure but fuck it. How can I help?" she said looking over at the three. Lincoln was going to have a shit fit when he found out she just volunteered for death duty.

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This seemed a fitting end to the day, as a whole. Someone else dead. Now granted, they were in a Morgue; a place that does a brisk business dealing with dead people, some several a day. But this was another instance of someone in this particularly unhappy collection of persons in and/or around the Boston Heights area losing someone they knew, like the primal forces of the universe were playing a gargantuan game of "Pin The Tail On The Donkey" with a few residents of Justice, California as their personal hindquarter-deficient beasts of burden.

Caesar wanted to care about this. Really he did. As quiet and businesslike of a front as he was putting up, though, his daughter and a lady who might as well have been his daughter were laying lifeless elsewhere in the room. He had a funeral to attend in Mexico and another to sign off for in South Carolina, luckily being planned by families and not himself. Mental note: Send a huge check to the Dunn family. Plus her unused vacation pay.

"Tomorrow morning, I am going to Mexico to lay M'hija to rest. And for that other reason, Cecily... If you want to stay here and handle more business, that's fine. I'll be back in a couple days. Otherwise, we need to start making plans." He looked over to the Detective, "It's not a bad idea for you to get out of town for a while, too." The members of Juno they had found out about so far were mostly based inside of the United States. While it may stand to reason that they may have an international following, Caesar was willing to bet that their influence would be felt a lot less in his family's stomping grounds of Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico.

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Riley continued to look out the window seeing Marc catching up to someone she didn't know the two seemed to know one another, which got her curious who this guy was that he was talking to. Riley took another drink of her coffee, closing her eyes for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair. Riley turned her attention back towards her phone, she brought up the picture of Chloe once more still feeling the loss of her sister, Riley then went towards her contacts and scrolled down to the very bottom her parents numbers were there and stared at it for a long time.

Back during the reunion Riley didn't even think of coming by and seeing her mother and father, she didn't have contact with them for years the last time she ever spoke with them was at graduation. Since then Riley never looked back to talking with them, since finding out Chloe was now dead she thought about contacting them setting her phone onto the table. Riley shook her head when she heard the door opening and seeing Marc coming back into the coffee shop after he finished talking with his friend. "Who was that?" Riley asked gesturing her head towards Relic and Mali on the other end of the street. Riley then reached for her coffee once more and started to take another sip from it.

"...So who's Thana? Some girl you have a crush on or something?" Contrasting her teasing words, Mali didn't take her eyes off of Tinder as he made his way back across the street. She even managed to spot him after he entered the coffee shop, with... Riley Ridgeway? There was a chance she was mistaken, but if that was indeed Riley, the coincidence of it all was setting off her conspiracy alarm. They needed to get out of here right now. Unfortunately they would remain sitting ducks until a taxi would get over here.

Impending doom aside, there certainly a lot to chew on from that conversation between Relic and Tinder. Some of it reassuring, some of it offputing, but all of it raised more questions about just who this kid (and now his family) was (were). Still, Mali felt like she was starting to get a clearer understanding of the situation around Boston Heights and its place within the bigger picture. But perhaps it would do her nerves better remain as ignorant as possible, lest she end up as jittery as Relic.

he let out a sigh of relief as he walked on through to the patient area to meet with this Cynthia. Interesting description Marc had given him, a description that didn't give that many details when he was honest. He looked the girl up and down, a small smile spreading across his face as he listened to her cryptic little chattering. This was going to be fun. Dangerous was almost ensured about this situation. But he could already tell it would be fun.

"Ah hello there Frauhlein" He said, his German accent slipping through as he took a seat smoothly and ran a hand through his hair and then observed her again. "Do tell, how many visitors? And who is this woman that can't travel? This sounds very interesting and I just want to let you know, my name is Felix Hausten, I'm a writer, I'm a friend of your good friends Marc and....uh whats her name, Riley!" He grinned. "Yes thats her"