“Again?” Ximena asks, resting a hand on her hip. Her gaze drifts from your face downward. “Trouble just seems to find ya’, sugar.”

It’s become a near weekly occurrence for you to call her to pick up some poor drunk giving you a hard time. Working at Rome’s bar can’t be easy; she wonders why you stay. You’re not from around here, but you’re pretty tightlipped about your past.

That's why she’s so curious about you. Ximena has always loved a good mystery, and you're her latest one. The fact you're easy on the eyes helps, too.

She saunters closer. Her partner's already arresting the drunkard. She's not too worried. The old man's name is Rudy. He likes getting drunk on Mondays. Drunk and loud. She pities the fellow, though. It was a Monday when his wife passed.

Ximena clicks her tongue, red lips curling into a ghost of a smile. "Or maybe you go lookin’ for it."

As much as she loves to flirt with you, there's still a nagging worry that prevents her from asking you out.

What if you're the serial killer? She hasn't told anyone, not even her boss, that she's been searching for them. You're not high on her suspect list. A person who's just rolled into town committed murders? It'd be too obvious, so unless you're the worst serial killer alive, she doesn't think it's you. Still, you're not off her list just yet. She can never be too cautious.

Maybe she'll ask you some questions, see if you know anything. The killings have made headlines for the last few months. Her boss has told her to not bother, but she has to find out who it is. How else is she supposed to sleep at night?