"Very subtle," she says with a laugh, envisioning it. Visiting the neighbors dressed like a cartoon spy, without any clue of whether she should know them, sounds like a great plan.
The problem is she really doesn't have another plan to propose.
"Maybe--"
She cuts off as her new phone chimes, and sets her coffee down in favor of checking for Skinner's response. (It's not like anyone else is likely to have messaged her.)
"1213 37th Place," she announces. "Bethesda. No idea on who might have a key."
It's hard to imagine anyone other than Mulder having a spare. Her mom, maybe, but they obviously can't drag her family into this.
She sets down the phone, and shrugs. It's something, at least.
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The problem is she really doesn't have another plan to propose.
"Maybe--"
She cuts off as her new phone chimes, and sets her coffee down in favor of checking for Skinner's response. (It's not like anyone else is likely to have messaged her.)
"1213 37th Place," she announces. "Bethesda. No idea on who might have a key."
It's hard to imagine anyone other than Mulder having a spare. Her mom, maybe, but they obviously can't drag her family into this.
She sets down the phone, and shrugs. It's something, at least.