Meanwhile, back in the city.
Ophelia sat at home typing a novel on her laptop when her doorbell rang. Getting up, she answered and smiled to see a middle-aged man in a suit and sunglasses standing at the doorway, a black sedan with a driver in it waiting behind him. "Andrew! What are you doing here? Am I in trouble?"
The man removed his sunglasses, eyebrows raised. "Do you have any reason to be in trouble Meredith?"
Ignoring the question, Ophelia replied, "Come on in! Can I get you anything to drink? Wine? Water?"
"No I'll stay right here, thank you very much. Look, we need your help with a case. Can you- can you take a ride with me to the HQ please?"
"Oh you see, now I think I'm in trouble. Andrew Knox comes knocking at my door asking me to go for a ride?"
"Miss, I've heard that joke way too many times."
"Which one?"
"Look, fine. You have full immunity. Now can you come with us?" As Ophelia looked over Andrew's shoulder, the driver waved at them.
"Sure, but we're not going in that." Reaching over, Ophelia took her keys from a glass bowl next to the doorway table and opens the garage. "Come on, take a ride with me."
"Oh, oh my." Andrew couldn't help but grin with excitement at the sight of the modified exotic car as they walked towards it together. He hesitated right before he got in, looking over the top at Ophelia. "Wait, how did you get this?"
"It was acquired legally. You want to see the invoice?"
"Yes I do."
"Andrew... Come on, seriously?"
"Seriously."
Sighing, Ophelia opened up the passenger compartment and took out a few papers, handing them to him.
"It says here that it was purchased by an Abigail Hunter."
"Yes, and she gave it to me."
"Or, they're the same person under different names. Are these modifications licensed?"
"The paperwork is all under there."
"Hmmm... They don't look forged..." Looking over the pages until his satisfaction he handed the sheets back to Ophelia, who was tapping her finger on the roof of the car. "One last question."
Putting the papers back as Andrew got into the shotgun seat, Ophelia sat in the driver's seat, gave him an annoyed look, and said, "Yes? What now?"
"Can I drive?"
"Do you want to get there faster?"
"Absolutely."
"Then no."
Pushing a button, both doors closed and as Ophelia started up the car, Peter dialed into a walkie-talkie and said, "Henry, meet us back at HQ."
Over the device, the voice said, "Oh sir, you are one lucky man..."
"Yeah, I may not be so sure about that..."
Backing up, Ophelia asked him while smiling again, "Now that I have full immunity, you want to know how the Grasnelke Heist was pulled off?"
"Oh I want to know how all your cases were pulled off."
"Other stories for another day. Whenever you decide to give me immunity of course. Now then, the Grasnelke Heist..."