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  Waylon kept his eyes to the miniature television mounted on the wall in the bar, fingers curling and uncurling around his drink.  He usually wasn’t one to small talk with strangers, but if an issue bothered him enough, he found he had poor impulse control but to make a comment.

“A serial killer is only human, though.. They make mistakes, they sometimes intentionally leave trails to be followed, I just..” He paused, shaking his head and looking down into his drink now, opting to try and ignore the news broadcast.

“I don’t know.” He lamely finished, taking a drink to remind himself to stop talking.

  He couldn’t preach that the local law enforcement weren’t doing all they could, on the contrary, they were probably working rather hard. But the killer seems to be evading them nonetheless, and as a result, more innocent people were going to turn up dead. Families would be destroyed, lives taken for no good reason. Waylon had an overly strong sense of justice, insistent on sticking his nose in a multitude of places it didn’t belong. But it wasn’t right to criticize things he wasn’t involved in. 

 Waylon’s legs kicked slowly but impatiently under the bar-stool, toes just barely able to reach the floor.  His cane was rested against the bar as well, just by his legs.

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Richie kicked a rock with the toe of his sneakers, causing dust to rise where it bounced and skidded away from the grumpy thirteen year old. Yes, he was pissy, but he just lost five whole bucks from losing so much at his own favorite arcade game - you can't blame a man for being pissy about that! He was about to kick another, much larger, stone before he saw a figure moving about the much more abandoned barrens.