Re: Landry & Sheriff Stilinski
While he waited for Landry to add cream and sugar into his coffee, John sipped at his own steaming cup. It probably wasn't the worst cup of coffee he's ever had in his life. He was no connoisseur when it came to coffee. He didn't need anything organic or imported or fancy; he just needed the standard cup o' joe to do its job so he could do his.
Things did seem pretty calm, which was at odds with the strange feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach. This was the same feeling that has been chewing at him for last couple of months, ever since the strange attacks started happening in the woods. It was like he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just as he opened his mouth to agree, the radio clipped to his jacket crackled.
"Hold that thought," said the Sheriff with a wry smile. He reached for the lapel of his jacket to pull it closer to his mouth. "Dispatch, say that again? Did not copy. Over."
There was some strange interference on the line, but John finally made out some words over the buzz of static. "——Hale house on fire!"