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Abegail fumed as the man refused to answer her question, instead almost dissmissing her and standing. He walked away and Abegail turned, watching him leave.

"What game is he playing at?" She was trying to calculate exactly what was in it for him to help her and if this was actually help he was offering.

Her head cocked to one side, auburn hair falling slightly over her shoulder. He seemed to know an awful lot about everything surrounding this treatment. Abegail could not wrap her head around why he wanted to help her, what benefit it would have to him and why not just hire someone to take what he wanted? If he had it he could sell her treatment for any price, should she want it. Something about the whole situation sat wrong in her stomach.

Abegail shook her head at the back of the curious man as he left the cafe. Her coffee arrived and Abegail sipped it while she thought on this unusual meeting. Her fingers drummed the papers on the table.

Her cup was empty and Abegail stood, she had a clear plan in her head. First she needed to contact Walter, second she needed to leave here and third, she needed to make some calls to find out about this Franklin.

Abegail left the cafe, bag and papers in hand. Heading to her villa quickly she kept an eye out over her shoulder. "I thought I was done being concerned about what lurked in the shadows...." she muttered to herself.

The door was locked behind her, gun extracted from its hiding place in her bag and papers were brought to her desk as she sat. Abegail picked up the receiver and began dialing Walter's number. "Ye better pick up...."

She flipped through her mail as she listened to the ring in her ear of the phone trying to connect.

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She walked through the streets, approaching the front door of the residence she was looking for. Charlotte fixed her hair and pressed the ringer on the door next the little label that said Miller.