Jones Sparrow
Veilsight
Altered Tundra
Horangi
It was another freezing day and Sal was not here for it. Don't get it wrong, it was gorgeous and she loved it, but today, at this exact time and moment - she was fed up. Studying during what little hours she was awake and at home and then heading off to work the nights and early mornings away, it was a wonder she ever found time to take care of herself. When she finally was able to drag herself from the confines of her warm bed, she dressed and shuffled herself out the door of her apartment.
Locking up the apartment, she glanced at the new neighbor's place a few doors down. She was pretty quiet and obviously kept to herself - something Sal was appreciative of. There were too many people in these apartments that just liked to get too wild during the day which threw off her already fucked sleeping schedule. Shaking the thought of the new girl down the hall, Sal pulled up the collar on her black winter coat and began the trek towards Brewster's. She was in some serious need of a pick me up and Brewster's was the best of the best.
Upon arriving Sal noticed the amount of people congregated at the entry way to be a little more than usual for the cafe's slow hours. It didn't matter how delicious this place was, it was a still a business that had off hours where traffic ran thin. So for a number of people to just be standing around at the front, not ordering, or hardly speaking, it was a more than a little off-putting.
Sal did not have time for this, checking her watch she grumbled, before wedging her way through the throng of bodies gathered round until she came to Dawn at the counter. "Order or don't, but you need to move outta the fucking doorway." She called back at the others with a less than pleasant tone. Without even looking up at the menu or even at poor Dawn Sal placed her order of an affogato with an additional shot of amaretto.
There was a television playing softly behind the counter and up high for the patrons to view. It was showing the local news marketed as "Breaking", someone in the cafe called for the volume to be turned up and what came next practically shocked those in the vicinity. "Ashton's Retired Sheriff Nick Dalton, Dead, Body Recovered Near Azure Lake...". The room became eerily silent, not even the tinkering of silverware or ceramic was heard. Everyone just kinda stared on in disbelief. Sal knew the guy, he wasn't all that bad. Quite the opposite. Was always stopping by the club for one reason or another, but hey, that was most people in Ashton. He had helped her with some unwanted patrons on more than one occasion and for that she was always grateful. So to see him gone, and murdered no less, it struck a cord in her that made her uneasy.
Why would someone wanna hurt him?
