A Good Guy

The coffee wasn't on the brewing when Greg walked into the office. The normal 9 am smell was missing that was the first thing.

"Morning Stacy."

Silence in response. Weird he thought, maybe she's having a bad day. Not gunna let it ruin mine.

"Hey Pete."

Again silence. 

Greg got to his desk but didn't here people in the kitchenette. There was usually always someone there, donuts some days. 

He popped his head over the divider.

"Hey Pete whats going on. Something seems off."

"Uh, umm, yeah I uhh, Dave, uh got shot. At the Seaside Rest. Its weird no one told him to go there." 

"Jesus, did he is he dead?"

"We, uh don't know. We don't think so, you know him always wearing the bullet proof. But yeah haven't heard yet."

Greg sat back down. Then said from over the barrier.

"Should we go there?"

"We uh, you know we have protocols, we sent someone. But we can't risk exposure."

"You think they did it on purpose?" 

"We don't know, just seems weird."

"Just seems weird." Greg said. Quietly almost just to himself.

"What was that?"

"Oh, uh nothing. A shame though Dave's a good guy."

"Yeah he's a good guy."