Staring into his mug, Allyn attempted to process whatever the hell that interaction had been. 
[color=d1653a][i]Not very helpful, for one.[/i][/color] He supposed it at least confirmed what Marcus had said about the town's attitude toward the place. 

In any case, it didn't seem like he was going to get anything else out of the waiter. Or get any more work done, for that matter. 

Allyn's stomach growled, sour with coffee and stomach acid.

[color=d1653a][i]Right. Tonight, the cemetery. Right now, hashbrowns.[/i][/color]