There was a lull. He poured the beer himself. The sound of it filling up the glass calmed him. He filled it halfway then drank that down. Filled it a bit more no one was looking and took another few gulps. Then while looking back he took another sip before...

He found one bar. It’s windows were steamed udon, but he could see through the window laptops and glasses of beer. It was like a mirage. At the same time he was warm and the bartender quickly poured him a beer. 

He looked around a lot of people alone like...

Stephen now only visited Marc for the meals. He’d change the belts that bound him. He didn’t say much. 

The cooking improved also to normal food. When he would leave he could hear him go upstairs. 

Marc could he when he came and went. When he got up in the...

Jerry drove home from the funeral with the radio blaring loudly. Two people in one week gone, maybe 3. He tried calling Elena, straight to voice mail. 

He was thrown off by the whole thing, he arrived at home, but couldn’t go in. He kept the car running. 

He instead...

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed two man standing at their car. They went to the bank door looked at the sign and then walked back to the car. 

“Looks like they won’t get their money today.”

He chuckled to himself. 

The two man continued talking then one...

“Something with everything doesn’t feel right.”

 With this the detective pulled the car into a bank. There was a sign in the door that said be back in thirty minutes. 

In the parking lot there was one other car, a grey one with spots of rust and a man inside....

The car was somewhere she only heard "Stay here, and don't move." The car door slammed, it was dark. Her door opened suddenly, and then something was pulled over her face. It smelt like BO and grease like a dishrag someone wore. 

It was too dark too see anything, the...

“That only leaves, that on guy…” the detective flips back “Marc Love, and, what’s her name.” He flips a few more pages back. “Elena.”

“Yeah where his she, isn’t she like Kevin’s best friend.”

“Marc they said was missing. Not officially he just kind of went. They didn’t know where she was,...

"And what do you do?"

"With my gun?"

The detective paused. 

"Sure, but first more in general. Like for work."

"Im a chef, or more of a cook in a small cafe, like a roadside bar you know. We're famous for our egg omlettes... We use a lot of eggs."

"Hmm, and your gun?" ...

Joey got in the car. What was that song Kevin liked he thought. Something by Biggie. 

He queued a few then that one from college. MGMT then he drove. It was like a what 40 minute drive. How many times had he seen Kevin the past 5 years? Once? Twice...