They took another taxi and managed to get to his apartment.  They quickly went in and he locked the door.  "Get something to eat if you want.  I have to go call someone."  His apartment wasn't unusually decorated.  The only remarkable thing was a very old looking long dagger in a scabbard that was being displayed on a shelf. The handle and scabbard were black wood with tarnished silver hardware and an intricate scroll patter winding across it. The blade was about eight inches long and the guard was only just large enough to keep your hand from slipping down onto it.  To Collin it was a curious old family heirloom.  However, a more professional eye might have seen it as an assassins blade, or perhaps something for an arms dealer of old to keep hidden in the back of his belt under a coat.