gonna need you to leave right after.”, the waitress said in a mocking saccharine tone.
“Look, I've just had a really shitty week, and I want to get some coffee and something to eat before the rest of today hits me in the face again. I've got sixty dollars in my pocket that would love to get used here if you can tear yourself away from the gentlemen over there for a second.”, I said trying my best to keep my composure.
After that she huffed off and got me a cup of coffee before putting my order in for the line cook. I'm pretty certain that she probably spit in my drink before bringing it out to me, but at that point just having caffeine was worth the risk of a little bit of saliva. I took a sip and let the heat spread through me, my body happy to finally get a little caffeine back in its bloodstream. As the waitress came out with my food detective Parker arrived and sat down on the booth opposite of me.
“Oh, I didn't know you were expecting company.” ,the waitress said with a sudden shift in demeanor. “Is there anything I can get you detective?”
“Just a coffee, black extra sugar Sue.”, he replied.
“It seems like you have a secret admirer detective Parker.”, I teased trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, Sue can be a real bitch to new people in town. I shoulda' warned you about her. And the names Adam by the way. I hate all that detective Parker stuff, makes me feel old. Last names are for old fogeys. You holdin' up okay kid?”, Adam asked with genuine concern in his voice.
“I'm alright considering. I'm still worried about my stepbrothers, but now I have caffeine.”, I sad lifting my glass to the detective. “Also bacon, bacon seems to make just about anything better.” I said before wolfing down my meal. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I started eating. I tossed around the idea of ordering another helping, but the thought of having to deal the bitchy old waitress again deterred me.
“So what are you hoping to find out there Miss Stevens? There isn't much besides a bunch of fallen trees, rocks, and soldiers. I get the feeling that there is something that you aren't telling me and if you won't trust me how am I supposed to help you?”
“You want the truth? I'm scared Adam. I'm scared that my brothers might be dead. I'm scared of what we saw. But the truth is, I still don't know what happened that night. If I did know, I wouldn't have had to call you. Something... Strange happened that night. I'm just hoping to find some sort of clue as to what happened. I don't even care about the crash, I just want to know where the hell my brothers are.”, I said before breaking down and crying. It hadn't fully hit me that Tommy and Walter were really gone until I had said it all out loud, and between that and the stress of the past few days I just couldn't hold it together anymore. Detective Parker sat across from me in an awkward stance before coming over and trying to calm me down. He smoothed out a few tangles in my hair, and put his arm around me in fatherly fashion. There wasn't a drop of malice coming from him. I could see in his eyes that he really did want to help me. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, and as soon as I did he backed away and sat down on the other side of the booth looking sheepishly at me.
“Look kid, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to push you, I just get pissed off when something might be threatening my town and the government doesn't even have the common courtesy to let me know what’s going on. Sometimes I forget that my leads are actual people... If you don't think it's safe to tell me everything I understand. But just know that I'm on your side. I'm not trying to 'catch' you, I'm just