Charlotte stared at him, clarity coming into those sweet blue eyes as he massaged her neck. She had just been falling to pieces, and now she seemed well within the mental means to hold a decent conversation. It was surprising even to her, and it gave her pause. Licking her lips she looked at the drink set before her and let her mouth close over the straw. Why did it feel like she was starting her buzz all over again. He wanted to know about Barry. God, Barry.... her sweet sweet Barry. Those startling blue eyes closed lashes making a crescent on her cheeks as she mentally conjured her late husbands face to mind.<br/><br/>"My high school sweetheart, the man I've been married to for the last 10 years..." She said softly, her voice catching as she spoke. She looked at Sage then, brows furrowing as she pieced together a tragic turn of events in her life. She drowned herself in her drink again, sucking it down hard the straw making a slurp at the bottom. She looked at Sage and said softly. "He'd come here every night...supposedly got robbed by his car." She said it coldly a waspish hint to her voice as she told him the story. "Someone wanted his wallet.."<br/><br/>She took a heaving breath and pushed the empty cup forward and looked at Sage clearly in an appraising way. Where she had been drunk just minutes previous, in control of her faculties she shivered at the caress of evil that slid over her. Her eyes narrowed on the redheaded man and she leaned in and said softly. "I've been looking for his killer... "