It wasn’t that Dabria hated Christmas. She just hated how quick everyone was to begin displaying Christmas decorations. The house she’d grown up was already decked out in hundreds of multicolored lights and they were only a week removed from Halloween. Over half of the stores she walked into were playing Christmas music around the clock. It had led to Dabria wearing her headphones where she went with the volume turned up to flood out any and all holiday noises. It also had the fortunate, or unfortunate depending on the situation, quality of drowning out all other noises. Including someone either just talking aloud in the hopes that she would or actually trying to talk to her. Hearing the voice, she tugged one bud out of her ear. “Yeah, I wasn’t listenin’ to anythin’ you just said.”
Bax looked apologetic, figuring he should have known better when Dabria famously had very little patience with people. “Sorry, I was hoping we could set up a meeting.” Bodies have been cropping up much too often as of late, indicating an epidemic. Muddy Waters had never been a cookie-cutter town, but hunting a serial killer in the midst of a gang war was pushing Bax’s limits. “Can you stop by the Sheriff’s Office this week? Or I can come to you.”
