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Vanessa McClure it is.

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You stand from your chair - a soft, old brown armchair you found two years ago at a garage sale - and rise, muting the television as you pass it. As much as you wanted to watch Cedric's interview, you disliked background noise while on the phone. Barefoot, the tile of your living room is chilly as you walk across it to your bookshelf, by the door. This particular bookshelf is one of many, and getting close to over-full, with only enough room for the wireless phone's charging stand between the books. Picking the phone up from it's cradle, you turn it on and hold it to your ear.
"Hello?" you ask, leaning against the bookshelf. It was a sturdy, heavy oak structure, fully capable of holding your slender weight.
"Hi, Vannie." It's your sister, Janet. Janet moved away a few years ago, to live in Alberta, when her job demanded it. "I just saw your boss' interview. You worked on that?" Janet asks, incredulously, and a little bit worried. She's in the next time-zone over, the interview would have just ended for her.
You sigh. It's late, you're tired. Like Cedric, you've been working on the case for many, many long weeks. This is your first night out of the lab in weeks, and that's only because Cedric felt bad about making you and the others work while he was off in New York. But still, you haven't talked to Janet in months. What do you do?
Fill her in and warn her about the dangers!