Skeets secures himself under Riley's hat again.
"Beats the hell out of me. Maybe he just had enough money to pay someone with the resources. He seemed more interested in the organ as a trophy than anything else. I'll let Rip sort him out." Riley shrugs.
"Man I'm hungry now..." He checks his notes, then grumbles. "Great... can't get a hot dog for two hours. Oh well." He shows Cindy the notes. "Your call, still your day."
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