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The door opens, and Tyler steps out wearing an inexpensive but well fitted suit, lying tastefully across his body. Melissa's struck by the resemblance to his father in his youth, though his father was never quite so muscular. "Don't worry, your friend Sully verified the source. That info broker whose office I broke into, he's been really helpful." He gives Melissa a reassuring hug. "I thought he was going to kill me when I first went to see him, but he was really friendly. I don't know what you said to him, but you really won him over. Even Naomi warmed up to me, after I apologised for kicking her. They've given me good info so far."
"Wow... you look just like your father." Melissa said in awe, "Though you look a lot more... muscular than he ever was." She giggled, joking at how average her husband's physique is. The sexy milf then listened to how he got his info, her eyes widening a little, as her cheeks slightly flush. "I see, I guess they do have good information gathering skills. As for the info broker, I just had Sully help straighten things out with him. But still... I do wish you wouldn't put yourself in danger." She sighed, before giving her son a warm smile. "Well, shall we get going? I guess we still have to figure out a way on how to deal with her." Melissa leads Tyler to the car, unless he had something else to do in his hideout.