George was not a morning person, and given that she was regularly having her sleep interrupted more recently, she wasn't exactly the happiest either. But she was trying to at least be mellow for Luke, despite the pain in her ankle with each step, or that she'd needed to rely more on her crutch the last few days from lack of proper rest. Besides it was better than waiting for the next text message and to be entirely honest she was worried about him. She wasn't entirely sure what exactly was causing the sudden the influx of texts or the midnight inspiration sessions when he was staying with her, but it was out of the norm.
She was just happy to be in his company as they wandered around the building and listen to him talk about the band. She didn't say much but she took every word in and sometimes she'd laugh or nod. Some of the things she just barely understood; her knowledge of music prior to the nineties patchy at best.
Except that quickly became a non-issue as Luke slid on something. And for one terrifying second she thought he was going to get hurt and then he was just angry and between her and some other guy who was standing over a body a bloody something in his hand and she swallowed. This was not how she pictured the killer ever being discovered. She thought it'd be more like in an old movie with police busting down doors and throwing the culprit up against the wall before handcuffing them and taking them away.
Free hand fumbling she withdrew her cell phone from her pocket, "On it." All she could think as she logged into the network was that Evan was probably going to kill her for leaving, never mind that she'd left a note for him.