"i don't know, is Briggs positive about this?" you fiddle with your hands in the passenger seat of Michael's fancy car you hadn't bothered to learn the name of.

the two of you were on your way to scout out a potential natural, Cassie Hobbs. Sadly, she worked in a shabby old diner across town....so there you were headed.

"you worry to much," Michael laughs, "we've done scarrier then breakfast at an old diner."

I nod...he wasn't wrong. investigating murders was slightly more terrifying.

the little bell on top of the door dings as the two of us walk in. a pretty looking red head stands at the hostess stand...Cassie her name tag read. got her.

I smile polietly at her, "table for two?"

she nods, "follow me this way."