"Cheers." Brandon took the short tumbler of whiskey and knocked it straight back in one go - grimacing as he settled the glass back down again.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped his lips while he slowly drew his ring finger around the lip of the glass. He'd so been looking forward to sleeping indoors for once.<br/><br/>"These attacks; they only happen at night, you say?" He asked when there is a break in the conversation. "And out of town? Why do people suspect that the killer would come into Eastman proper?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>