The taxi slowed, bringing Stephanie's attention to her surroundings once more. Looking up, she was surprised to see that they had already reached her destination. She had little information to go on, so locating his previous employer was her only option.<br/><br/>"Thanks," she mumbled to the driver, slipping a few bills through the slot into the cash box. "Keep the change. Pop the trunk so I can get my bags?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, she slid from the cab and stepped around to the rear, where she was met by a click as the trunk hatch released. Her bags were easily pulled from the trunk, the door was shut with a heavy thump, and the taxi rolled away before she finally turned to look at the Italian restaurant before her.<br/><br/>"The mob boss runs his business out of an Italian restaurant... Somehow I missed the memo informing me I was to be cast in a cliche mafia film. This is rediculous."<br/><br/>Still muttering, she stepped up onto the curb, then approached the door, suitcase in tow. No sense wasting time stopping at the hotel. With only a faint sense of apprehension, she pulled the door and stepped through.