Cassidy heads into the diner and clocks in just in time for her shift. She sniffles and wipes the last of her tears from her eyes before starting her shift. She goes from one table to the next. Writing down the orders and handing them off to Serge to process and cook them up.
When the bell dings, she runs her ass over and grabs the food. Bringing them to the right tables in succession. The more she works the more she busts her butt and gets things done. She is just 20 years old and she doesn’t have anything going for her.
With her sister gone, she has nothing and no one but herself. And no support. Now she has to work extra hours, extra shifts just to pay for the funeral.
Not a clue why someone would attack a body like they did to her sister but she feels it is on her to do it.
She gets a call at the end of her shift for her to head to the law office. Turns out there is something she needs to read. To see. And have explained to her.
Her sister’s will. This could be good and this could be dangerously bad. She doesn’t know what to think. Only fear is instilling itself in her core.
What could come of this? What could happen? She doesn’t know. But she has to head over and find out.
Conrad gets it to the office and types up what he has seen in an official report. Gathering the photos and the document with what he has photographed, he hands it to his captain and goes from there. It’s not his job to solve the case. Just to document it and move on.
And with how many cases are coming around these days, he has to be on top of things.
The more he does his job the more he faces some of the most gruesome disgusting shit he has ever seen. But that is just how the job works. And he doesn’t complain.
Not with the sweet money that is coming in from his job. Turns out the force likes his keen sense of description. He has been told he has the working, the talent ,and the gift to write crime novels or forensic novels but hat is not what he wants to do. Besides there are too many people out there doing that.
Too many people trying to be what they are not. And that is the kind of thing that has made him give up on reading all together. Too many people writing about the same thing and not bringing out the fresh things in the world. Sad fucking shame in his mind. But what does he know?
Getting back to the office four hours later, he documents the four crime scenes he has photographed as he prints them off. And once done, he sends those to his captain who sends him out the door. Not for the end of his shift but for a coffee run.
So easy to handle it though too. Hitting up the corner store and picking up 10 of those four packs of coffee in a can kind of things. Already made, cold, but good and addicting as hell.
Tyler gives up his singing career because fuck it, he could be doing something else. He has other things on the mind. Like going back to his home town and doing what he used to do.
He doesn’t mind performing he just hates singing the same song hundreds of times. It gets fucking old. And he doesn’t like that.
Getting back to the town, he heads his way to the club and walks into the manager’s office. Bursts right in and doesn’t close the door at all. Doesn’t knock. Same old prick Tyler.
Never caring about anyone but himself. What if the manager was fucking someone? What if he was porking some poor woman that will do what she wants to work her way through college?
Doesn’t matter to Tyler. He wouldn’t be surprised to be honest. This man is a total prick and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of him. Dumbass.
“Didn’t expect to see your tight ass back in here,” the manager named Dawson says.
“And I didn’t expect to be bored of singing my voice to death but here we are.”
“What can I do for ya?” Dawson asks smugly.
“You have an opening and I wanna work here again.”
“The fuck makes you think I will hire you back.”
“Because I know you Dawson. You miss seeing this as in a thong and jacking off to it. And you would kill an employee to have me back.”
“I fucking hate you. Get changed and get on the dance floor.”
Tyler strikes again.