<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: A drive<br/><hr/>Gordon shrugged, doing his best to not seem too chagrined as Siobhan corrected him on the pronunciation of her chosen name while showing off with the British-ness. He was probably overemphasizing, but that was what it felt like anyway. Just a little. "Alright Siobhan, I'll keep that in mind," he replied, this time nailing the name. So that was one less thing to worry about.<br/><br/>Returning to the business of their current case, he kept his eyes on the road as he responded. "I may have something." His mind flashed back to the events of last night. "Went to the address that we found on our Sergeant. A lot of people in masks, a lot of dancing, a lot of alcohol. Turns out he got into an argument before the meeting with one of the wealthier patrons of the club. Could be that he knows something."<br/><br/>Of course that was no proof, but there was the possibility that Alex had information that could lead them along. It was worth looking into until they learned more to guide them in a different direction.