It was raining again. It always seemed to be raining in this bloody city, that's why he'd never visited. Yet here he was, not just visiting but a fully fledged newbie trying to settle down and build a life in this sun-forsaken city. "Well at least the weather matches my mood", he muttered to himself, running a hand through his golden waves which he'd barely managed to keep dry despite the umbrella. "Hang in there Lew", stepping into a small puddle of water and feeling it seep through his sock he sighed.
"My name is Ria", the young lady smiled, her slightly dimpled cheeks adding a soft youthful beauty to her allure. The man who had perched himself next to her already felt lucky, forget being able to strike a conversation with such a lady, ones that look like her would never be caught dead in a dingy looking bar like this. "So what's a lady like you doing in a place like this?" he slurred, a goofy smile playing at his lips, making his already drunken appearance look more ridiculous. He was right about her fitting in though, this particular bar often housed women thought to be well past their prime with extremely loose morals who came to drown their sorrows and fraternize with drunken men with equally loose morals but money to spare.
"I suppose I was hoping to meet someone like you", she responded simply, a smile playing at her unpainted pink lips while her dark brown eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room, causing the older man's heart to drum harder against his chest, and in his drunken enraptured state the man failed to notice the slightly sinister look in the beautiful lady's eyes.
The chief took a sip from his coffee for what felt like the hundredth time, not noticing whether it was good or not. He had already lost count of how many cups he had drank this morning, and it had been a crappy morning, not just because he had forgotten his wife's birthday- a mistake he'll surely be paying for the rest of the month- but because as soon as he walked out of the shower he was met with a call summoning him to a scene for a case. "Great, murder before breakfast", he murmured to himself, recalling the rush he had been put in right after taking the call, throwing on his clothes to the background of his wife's angry threats and accusations before sprinting out of the house without putting any food in his stomach, not that he would have dared to even if he had the time, for standing at just five feet his wife still managed to put some fear in him. "The bloody coffee's gone cold", he said after taking another sip.
Colt Lew drove just under the speed limit the entire way to the motel, navigating the still wet roads that were quite empty that early in the morning and praying he was really going the right way. He thought back to the call he had received that morning before his alarm had the chance to do its job and sighed, "I haven't even had the chance to report to the office!" he complained to the empty car as his stomach growled. "Well at least it's no longer raining", he took a left turn seeming to recall having already passed the particular bakery twice.
"Chief Barnes, the new guy isn't here yet" a scrawny man said with a slightly trembling tone. Barnes took a sip from his cup with disinterest, his permanent scowl still managing to make the poor man feel he'd done something wrong. "H-he prolly just got lost on his way" he stammered on, this time managing to deepen the frown on Barnes' face, "this place is barely a fifteen minute drive from the station, it's impossible to get lost!" The young man flinched at the words, he had to agree, they had been waiting for their new recruit for the better part of an hour and there was no sign of him yet. The chief shook his head; they never got such cases in their parts, despite it being an adequately sized city the most they had to deal with were thefts and fights that went a little too far and had someone rushing to casualty, but lives were rarely lost, and never by murder. Yet a body has been found stabbed repeatedly in a motel that morning. "What is this, a bloody crime film?" Barnes picked up the paper cup then set it back down, "this coffee's terrible" he muttered to no one in particular. "That's tea sir" the scrawny man replied helpfully. "Figures, this was bound to be a crappy morning", Barnes sighed as a blue sedan made its way toward them from the wrong side of the one way, "a really crappy morning".