Log: Adrienne & Bishop: Early Afternoon

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Bishop calls on Adrienne for help on the mystery Lorna has set him on.


Bishop was in the office by himself again, sitting at the reception desk with his feet up and balanced on the back legs of an older wooden chair. Work had been relatively slow and that meant most of X-Factor's employees were taking their turns enjoying a few days off, which the detective didn't mind at all. The man was, at his core, a solitary kind of person. This day he had a meeting with Adrienne, however. He had taken up a personal case to occupy his own time but the office had a variety of employees for a reason. Having their psychometrist read the book and key Lorna left with him really was the only option. Everything else about the case had been cold for quite some time by the time it was brought to him.

"Hey," Adrienne greeted as she made her way into the office, holding two coffees. She sat down on the other side of the reception desk and handed one of the coffees to Bishop. "So what's up with this stuff you want me to Read?" she questioned, foregoing the small talk that was characteristic of her. Fighting a headache that had been coming and going quite frequently of late, she wasn't feeling quite like herself. "Whose is it? Do you think there's going to be anything nightmarish I'm gonna get stuck with from it?"

"A book and a key." Bishop opened a drawer, taking both from it to set them on the desktop. "Current owner is Lorna Dane; she thinks they might be her mother's. Don't know anything about them otherwise but I'd think they'd be safe to Read."

"Lorna Dane?" Adrienne mused, eyebrow raised. "Huh. Interesting. When you say 'she thinks they might be her mother's', is that what this is about? Can she not just ask her mother because her mother was... murdered? And she's trying to find who did it?" Adrienne had no idea what was going on here. Except Bishop had said there was nothing nightmarish about the items, so hopefully that wasn't it. "Okay, maybe a better question is just to ask what is it you're hoping to have me find off these?"

"She wants to know what the key goes to and where that thing is." The former cop didn't like leading the questioning, as it were, but he was going to have to give Adrienne more to go on. "I didn't ask about her mother but I assume she can't just ask. I got the feeling it would have been a sensitive topic."

"Alrighty," Adrienne shrugged, setting up a notepad and a pen in front of her so she could write details down as soon as she finished the Readings, a technique she'd started implementing when she began doing work for X-Factor.

She touched the key, then scribbled a few notes, but before speaking to Bishop about what she'd seen, touched the book. The book required more note-taking, but eventually she set her pen down, re-read what she'd jotted down, and handed the pad of paper to Bishop. "The key is to a safety deposit box," she said aloud to save him some reading. "The address of the bank is there for you. The box is stuffed with what looks like old letters and a photograph. It's of a woman. She looks like a photographer I used to f-uh, know," she mused. "The woman doing the stuffing had the same features, eye and skin colour, and bone structure as Dane, except her hair was ash-blonde." Her years as a model and the head of a modelling agency served her well in the fact that she'd always paid a lot of attention to a person's looks.

"She nearly put the book into this box of stuff she put in the safety deposit box," she continued, "but took it out shortly before taking the box to the bank. The key was taped to the inside of the book at one point." Adrienne wasn't sure if that was significant, but she was intrigued enough by it to mention it to Bishop rather than just leaving him to read it in her notes.

Bishop nodded as he listened, "I guess it's a good thing she did bring in the book." He thought aloud, mostly. It helped his process. Hopefully it helped Adrienne too.

Adrienne nodded in agreement. Her head was aching, so she stood up, not taking the usual time she did to chat with Bishop and make small talk. "Did you need anything more from me?" she asked.

The large man shook his head, raising an eyebrow. He noticed the abruptness but they honestly weren't that close. "That's it. Thanks, I'll owe you." The offer was meant to be an opening for her in case something was wrong at the moment.

"You don't have to owe me," Adrienne assured him with a slight smile and a shake of her head. "Always glad to help out. Moreso when my head isn't threatening to explode, but always glad to do it nonetheless."

To Bishop, her response didn't sound like an invitation to inquire. He didn't. "Alright, let me know if you need anything anyway."

"I will, thanks," Adrienne nodded. "And hey, let me know how this thing turns out?"