The Bus Stop Lunchroom across the street

Sally opened her lunchbox. She took out her gluten free sandwich with fatfree soycheese, dairy gave her the runs and being dependent on diapers, with the lower part of her body being paralyzed after having been scooped up by a drunk driver, dairy products were a no go. Bottled water and half a cucumber completed her lunch. She might be in a wheelchair, she thought, but she wasn't going to be fat and in a wheelchair. And with three dozen food allergies her choices were limited anyway. No dairy, no gluten, no sugar, mustard, eggs, no strawberries, cherries,bananas or citruses, shellfish or squid, no peanuts, walnuts, pine nuts, coconuts, pecan and pistachios. Sally always kept two filled epipens and her astma inhaler within arm's reach.

Lucas had a delectible variety of delicatessen to choose from.

Lucas was still full after his visit to the Steakout.  He greeted Sally and joined her at the table.

"Hello Sally, Marissa says hi.  She's snowed under with work, but promises to see you after hours, sometime.  You're lookin fighting fit today, been hitting the gym huh?"

He let her talk and eat at a comfortable pace, before getting down to business.

"I don't suppose you turned up anything on that weird guy?"

"It's the new crack cocaine diet I'm on", Sally replied:"Barely an appetite left, and you get a LOT of work done". She took very rapid nibbles from her cucumber while she stared at Lucas. Once her whole cucumber had been eaten in this fashion she replied to his question regarding the guest at The Sanctuary.
"Couple of traffic cam shots of what could be him, here, here and .. here", she dropped three printed out photos. "Those are walkin' picts though, they won't tell you much, no direction or goal, no interesting features from what I can tell".
She took out another printout:"This is the one you want".
She held it close to her chest and fluttered her eyelashes.
"For a price".
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He laughed, both at the jokes and the 'shakedown'.

"Like I can refuse the price and go back to Marissa empty handed.  What do you want then, Sally?  Babysitting relief... or some other currency?  Lucky I'm sitting down to hear this..."

Lucas hoped the picture was something 'really good', but Sally was pretty trustworthy... so he didn't doubt it had a use.  As yet, he wasn't sure of Marissa's angle in this matter.  Usually she didn't go looking for trouble, so maybe it was for one of her Tremere reports or a traded favor for this Nightclub Owner.  There was even the possibility that it might be 'artifact related'.  No doubt he'd get filled in sometime tonight...

"Just .. just ask Marissa if she is still going to help me get out of this thing .. if she can really help me", she muttered a little embarrassed:"She said she'd look into it. I don't know exactly what she does .. or is and I don't really care, Lucas. But she said there might be options that aren't .. covered by medicare, you know?".
She clutched the printout tightly to her chest.

"I'll talk to her.  I'm no doctor, so you got me on what to say."

Lucas felt a little out of depth in this instance.  He waited to see if Sally's good picture was forthcoming.

Sally handed Lucas the last printout.
On the photo the same man that visited Asylum entered a car with another man driving.
While the driver is hard to make out he appears to be caucasian, has long hair and glasses.
And at the bottom of the printout the numberplate has been enlarged with most of the plate readable:"Am I good or am I good?".

"Driver's address is on the back".

Lucas looked over the picture.  Marissa would no doubt be pleased...

"Good?  You're the best Sally.  At your rate girl, you'll be one of those citizen who get a medal from the mayor.  Well, I better get moving soon... but it'd be rude if I didn't at least ask about the kids.  They doin ok?"