Go through the drive.

Overcome by curiosity, you plug the drive into your computer and have a look through the thousands of case reports and suspect profiles. Cerebos doggedly tells you to focus on the women in the drive, looking specifically for the ones that you can recruit or enslave, and more importantly, breed-able. You do what you can, but it takes you all morning just to split the files via sex.

Lunch and a quick stop at the grocer's later, you're back at your computer, getting ready to open the case report under the name Greenhull, when you see the report for Grinjoli, Francesca. The name rings a bell. Searching your memory, you recall that there was a Frankie Grinny in your old school when you were young, but the rumors said that she was a mob boss's daughter, and that's all you know. Wondering if this is the same person, you open the report and start reading.

Whoever the investigating officer is, they do their homework. They have everything on her, from her baby pictures to her latest gas refill. And the rabbit hole runs deep. The Grinjoli family seems to have their fingers in every pocket in town, and their major income comes from running some sort of underground combat arena, but the officer doesn't have any information on that. As you go further down, you don't register Stephanie turning on the light, placing some food on your desk and kissing your cheek. Going through some photos, you see the same man, possibly a Grinjoli man, talking to Jewel, the first hooker that made her pitch to you; and Headbanger, the guy that had his ass handed to him by the cops at the prison.

"You know this female?" Cerebos muses, looking down at the screen from over your head.

"I knew of her," you reply, tapping your finger on your desk.

"Interesting," he says, pitching his head further down to stare straight at your screen. "Make note of this one. It will take time to find a way to reach her. Have you found any females for us to take tomorrow?"

Rubbing your eyes, you roll your shoulders and crack your neck. Looking at the clock, you see that it's getting late and you still have to deal with Virginia tomorrow as to why you've missed so many days. "Some, but they're all too risky. From what I've gone through, most of them are hookers. Some are just kids getting busted for under-aged drinking. A couple of them are just bat shit crazy, like, murdered their exes and husbands crazy." Yawning loudly, you get out of your chair and stretch. "I'll get back to this tomorrow alright? I can't stare at this screen anymore."

Cerebos doesn't say anything when you walk under him and eats the food you left untouched instead. As you make your way to your room, you pass by the spare bedroom and notice that it's been made up, but Stephanie is not in there.