The sound of the evening news kept her company. It, along with the sound of raindrops pelting the ground outside her window, was like static. She paid no real attention to either, but preferred it to the dead silence that would have hung thick in the air otherwise. Without it, she would have driven herself mad. Left alone with her thoughts, she tortured herself with all the dark possibilities, wondering what her dear friend's final moments were like. She wondered if she cried for help, if she saw her death coming when it was too late, or if it was slow and agonizing. She wondered how badly she had suffered, or if she knew her killer. The manner in which her body was found, the way her limbs laid unnaturally and her body contorted, it was unlikely that her demise was a painless one. Knowing that, it was difficult not to obsess over finding the monster that claimed her life. It was foolish endeavor, but the hammer of justice moved too slowly-- if it was moving at all. The detectives that promised Alyssa's family, and the community, a thorough investigation were failing to deliver on their word. By now, the killer could have been miles and miles away, in another state on the hunt for their next victim. A chilling and unshakable gut feeling convinced her that the killer was still near, still lingering to witness the frenzy they created by the act of slaughtering an innocent. Blair sipped her coffee, leaving her fingers wrapped around the warmth of the mug when she lowered it from her lips.<br/><br/>An hour had gone by. In that time she received the little slice of pie she always ordered, finished it, and had it cleared away by the swift waitress that tended to her. Her cup was refilled, though she sipped the contents slower than the last. Well aware of the little diner's policy on non-paying customers, she made sure to have something in front of her so that she didn't find herself confined to her car for the next few hours. As she returned her stare to the window, she could see that the pour of the rain had finally let up, the rain fall reducing to a gentler beat. Without the thin sheen of the fog on the glass, she could see a bit more clearly. In the distance, she could see a man approaching the door, likely another quiet, creature of habit like the other patrons who frequented Maggie's. She lifted her head when the bells on the door jingled, signaling the man's arrival.<br/><br/>She didn't want to stare. His unkempt appearance led her to assume that he was vagrant, someone without much money or a home trying to escape the inclement weather. It seemed that she was not the only one who thoughts so. A waiter quickly approached him, informing the man that the diner was for paying customers only. Blair felt her compassion roar to life within her. It implored her to act despite the intimidating exterior. It wasn't his clothes or the way his hat sat so low on his head that she hardly see his eyes. It was the way he carried himself that she perceived as threatening, a certain edge in his gait and demeanor that made her hesitate. When he produced a crumpled up twenty, she nearly breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to help, but her own purpose for being at the diner superseded her need to be a good Samaritan. Selfish a thought as it was, she was determined not to miss a thing. Blair finally pried her vivid green hues from the dark stranger, glancing toward the waitress briefly. The woman gave her a gesture, a nod of her head in his direction that indicated that he was the very man she had spoken of. What relief she might have felt turned to uneasiness once again. Though she had been aggressive in pursuit for answers from drunks stumbling from clubs and bars in the surrounding area, she found herself more wary than she would have anticipated. Still, she promised herself she would muster up the courage to approach when he was finished with his meal-- a meal he didn't seem very interested in when it finally came.<br/><br/>Stealing swift glances here and there, she watched while he scribbled on the napkin. Little did she know, the note he jotted down was for her. The man rose to his feet and without a word, he placed the napkin in front of her. Hesitantly she reached for it, vaguely hearing the jingle of the door as he left since she was trying to quickly read what he wrote. The message he had for her overwhelmed her with warring emotions. she was shocked, thrilled, frightened, and confused. Blair pushed herself up, hurried to the door. "Wait!" She called after him, only to find that the man was gone. Outside she looked left and right, hair swaying along her coat with each movement of her head. The only way to find him now was to meet him at the specified location. It was foolish, she knew, to go and meet a complete stranger at an abandoned hotel with no means of protection, where not a soul could find her. In an uncharacteristically reckless decision, she pulled her keys from her pocket and pulled up directions on her phone. With great haste, she traveled the short distance to the hotel.<br/><br/>All was dark when she arrived. The street lights provided some illumination, but not much-- especially when she entered. Her phone in hand, she tugged the door open, hearing the hinges groan. Blair turned on the flashlight, holding it up to see the man standing in the lobby. She didn't proceed much further out of caution. "Okay . . . I'm here. I've got my finger over the emergency dialer on my phone, so if you think of trying anything I would think again . . . Who are you? How do you know about my friend?" There were more questions than that, of course. Of them, they were the most important . . . for now.