Who knows why she actually decided to come to the bar of all places, but sitting at a table with a pile of papers is Joanne, shuffling through things in deep legalese. She probably wouldn't mind a distraction.
"No, unfortunately. And Adam's getting pissed because Mark's not out there looking for him." Joanne sighs, leaning back in her chair. "Mark keeps telling everyone that he's more interested in getting films out there, and everything else will work itself out." Clearly, Joanne is not in the same mind.
"I can see Mark point - if the usual idiots are caught up in this somewhere, and I don't see them not at least knowing about it, he doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they slowed him down. And he might want to leave the searching to the professionals." Angel shrugs. "Have this feeling Sara might prod him into action when they get back from their vacation."
"Oh, Sara will. I'm sure of that." Joanne just sighs, picking up one of the papers on the table. "This is the actual police report on the set trashing. I was amused that they actually put Sara in there, with her Vegas credentials. I hope they don't try to look her up just yet. Collins isn't done yet." Done with what, well, that can be left to imagination. "Mark just has a tendancy of pushing things under a rug that he either doesn't understand or doesn't want to deal with. I don't think anyone's going to let him do that this time, as much as he really wants to."
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"Anyone found the bastard yet?"
Inquiring minds want to know, and Angel figures Joanne might have an idea.
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Angel shrugs. "Have this feeling Sara might prod him into action when they get back from their vacation."
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