If there is one thing Cynthia Munro does not like; it drafty cell’s that are so cold, they make your teeth chatter. She took a moment to look over at Justin, his eyes were trained on the small window at the back of the room as he stood, leant against the wall with his arms folded. He was seemingly contemplating how to clamber out the window when the cell bars opened, both their heads raising to look at the man who’d just appeared. The same policeman stood there, a bored and annoyed look on his face but behind him strode a man. He was impeccably dressed in a dark blue suit that Justin guessed was Armani, his brown hair was tousled in the ‘just fucked’ way Justin himself had come to perfect over the years. “Hello Taylor. It would seem you’re in need of some…help?” Yes, trust Brian Kinney to come to his rescue. Again. Justin just blinked owlishly, causing Cynthia to roll her eyes as she stood up; brushing off her jacket as she tugged her friend’s sleeve, “C’mon Jus; we have to get to the Gallery”. Nodding, the blond followed his female counterpart, picking up his equipment as he passed. He could feel the police’s glare on the back of his head as he followed the brunette out. “So Brian”, he started as the stepped out onto the busy streets of Rome, “What brings you to Italy, let alone my rescue?” The older man just smirked, “I’m here because you’re boss, Honeycutt, sent me to help you”. Justin eyed the man warily, glancing sideways at Cynthia, then back to Brian, “But last time I checked, you were an Art thief and Emmett doesn’t associate with those on the wrong side of the law” It’s not that I didn’t want to work with Brian again but it was still a bit of a shock that Emmett of all people had sent him here. I mean Christ! Emmett doesn’t even like the guy. Well…not really. Still in a slight state of shock at the arrival of her friends uh…friend, if you could call Brian that. The last time she knew Justin had seen Brian was…about a year ago, in Pittsburgh at one of Debbie Novotny’s family dinners. They’d known each other since Justin was about 13. Brian had been 17 at the time. The apartment block which Justin’s father owned was filled with priceless artefacts and trinkets from all eras. Brian’s father had been Craig’s business partner. What a failure that had been.