His heart was racing by the time the car screeched to a halt in the driveway, lurching them forward as it settled with a creak. He took a moment to steady himself behind the wheel, hands gripped tightly enough that his knuckles turned white. He looked like a mad man in that moment with the way his eyes glazed over and stared straight ahead at the garage door of his quaint three bedroom as his mind went on a tangent of its own as it tried to fit the puzzle pieces all together again.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The sound of the door shutting behind her as she moved quickly out of the car finally snapped him out of his reverie. Loosening his grip on the steering wheel, he unbuckled himself and turned his attention finally to the envelope she had retrieved from their close call with men beyond his scope of knowledge. Like her, he had too many questions whirring inside his head, and he hoped that USB would answer more before it was all said and done and they faced the wrong end of this mystery.<br/><br/><br/><br/>While he had glanced at the ring during his mad dash with his foot on the gas and his eyes on the road, he hadn't gotten to inspect it fully. Despite their circumstance, a grin twitched across his lips as he lifted it up and inspected it. “Hey, Gen, this looks like an enga--”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Except the words didn't quite finish making it past his lips. Jostled as he was, he hadn't noticed that she had dived out of the car as frantically as she had, so when the sound of his name hit his ears, instinct kicked in. He closed his palm around the ring and jerked his body into motion, the driver's side door opening and closing with a resounding thud as his feet hit the ground. Not for the first time that day, his face contorted into a furrowed brow, tight lipped expression of anger and worry rolled into one at the urgency in her voice. He hadn't read the letter she had.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“What about Dunkin?”<br/><br/><br/><br/>He had the kind of dumb male look on his face reserved for cartoons while he stood, looming over the two, while she patted him down for something. The morbid thought crossed his mind that there was something<i>inside </i>the dog, quickly brushed away when she started to fondle his collar. Spurring himself into motion once more, Oliver stooped down in front of the dog after tucking the ring into his back pocket for later and gently groped the German Shepard behind the ears, “You're a good boy. You're being a good trooper,” he cooed soothingly.<br/><br/><br/><br/>One hand stayed in play, scratching the beast whose tongue lolled from his jowls in quick, excited pants as his doe like stare darted from Oliver to Genevieve as he patiently waited to see what the humans had in store for him. He groped for his keys that usually resided in his other back pocket, only to remember that he had left them stuck in the ignition. Grunting, he stood again and rushed back around to his door, yanking it open long enough to pull the keys out of the ignition and flip through them until his thumb and forefinger pinched around the miniature flip knife attached to his key chain. Roaming back around, he crouched back down and slid his hand other the dog's collar. One quick stroke of his hand frayed the thick letter, until after several passes with the knife, until it gave way and flopped into his waiting palm where the stitches had come undone.<br/><br/><br/><br/>What looked like a necklace fell out from between the two pieces. Plain silver with a snake head pendant. Putting the knife away, his fingers inspected the jewelry further until the clasped jaws of the snake opened to reveal a secret locket. Inside, another USB similar to the one that Gen had found back at her house. His eyes lifted up to her face as he handed both necklace and USB over to her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“This entire thing is kind of fucked, isn't it? Let's get ourselves inside. Find out what this is all about? What did the letter say?”<br/><br/><br/><br/>He didn't wait for her to respond before he pulled himself back up and moved for the third time back to the car. This time he pulled the passenger side door open to pluck up the letter she had left in the seat with his gun. Eyes scanning the words, he glanced back over to her, then took it and the gun in hand to head inside.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“We're not going anywhere or doing anything until we figure a few things out.”