NICOLE

The drive to Richard's is short and uneventful. Basically, it's the one part of this town that doesn't make sense at all, because it's clearly a luxury hotel in the middle of old storefronts with signs that look a hundred years old.

It gives me the creeps.

"We could've done this ourselves," Mason comments. "We really didn't have to pay that lady dinner just to find out we had to come here and talk to someone else."

"I wasn't aware that you knew who this Sandra woman was," I remark ...