[center][h3]Jeremiah[/h3][/center]

The fridge came open and Jeremiah poked his head into it. Nope, still empty just like yesterday. Well today was a grocery day that was for sure. Looking at the list on the refrigerator he frowned a bit. Monday was a ways off, and while he certainly had work tomorrow maybe he could find some time between now and then for him to see Nana. Then again she certainly worked an awful lot. 

Opening the refrigerator again he sighed as there was still nothing worth eating for breakfast in the refrigerator. It looked like breakfast was going to have to be eaten out of the house today. When he’d driven into town the day before it appeared that there had been a Diner off the main drag. Something along the lines of The Queen’s Orchid. The name dug at the back of his mind like it meant something but he filed away for further questioning. 

Retrieving his handgun from the small safe located on his nightstand he put on his gun belt and the Sheriff badge before he headed for the door. The house was rather small; it had a single master bedroom and a guest bedroom. The entry way let out into the dining room and kitchen on the left and one of the two bathrooms in the house on the right side as well as the door to the garage. Behind the kitchen was a living room which let out into the back yard via a sliding glass door. Across from the living room was a second hallway which lead to the master bedroom and guest room as well as the master bath. 

Jeremiah paused as he unlocked the front door. Turning back he quickly crossed the dining room and snagged the list from the refrigerator. Opening the door to his garage he unlocked the white unmarked patrol car and climbed into it. Pausing he took stock of the fact that his shotgun and rifle were not in the gun locks. Both had been removed for cleaning and maintenance. The real question was if he thought he’d get into a gunfight between now and when he got home. We a shrug Jeremiah buckled up and put on his aviators before backing out of the garage. 

Driving past the Reese home it looked like most of them were still home since cars were there and it looked like there was movement from inside. Could be a good thing or a bad thing; with a shrug Jeremiah kept driving. Time for breakfast. 

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Driving past the Orchid it looked like they weren’t quite open yet so he made a loop hunting for caffeination. Stopping at a promising looking place he parked and crossed the street. Stepping around a limo he quirked an eyebrow. It was waiting in a red zone. With an incredibly heavy sigh Jeremiah rapped on the passenger side window. Holding up his badge he didn’t bother waiting for the driver to roll down his window. [color=silver]“You’re in a red zone. Move. I’m going for coffee, if you’re still here when I get back I’m going to write you a ticket.”[/color] 

Jesus this town was ridiculous. It was only the second day here and he’d already had to badge flash twice. Pushing open the door he cocked another eyebrow as he took in the people in the coffee shop standing on either side of the room as a man and woman stood at the counter. Jeremiah caught the end of the man’s order and it sounded ridiculous. The young woman didn’t appear terribly comfortable beneath the man’s arm. With a heavy sigh Jeremiah just took a step to the right and folded his arms. If there was another scene he’d intervene but it was really starting to irk him that this sort of thing seemed to be a regular occurrence in Millington.   

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