Wren had left a little later than anticipated. She'd been been following up on a lead early that morning, something in a hotel across town where a girl lay dead on white sheets with a belt around her neck. She hadn't managed to get in to see the crime scene, but that hadn't been the intention. She'd questioned the girls outside; the ones that looked scared with pale faces and cool-fear skin, and she talked to the people who worked the hotel. She'd dressed like one of them, like the girls outside, and no one had worried about talking to her.
And then she'd gone home, and she'd washed it all off, while And Then He Kissed Me played in the background.
By the time she arrived at the pool hall, she was dressed in plaid shorts and a cream hoodie, her legs covered in gray stockings and nothing obscuring her face. She noticed him right away, because he really didn't fit in any more than he had the last time, and she walked to the bar and leaned up against it, looking over at him with a soft smile. "What is the band today?" she asked curiously, motioning to his shirt. She assumed it was another music shirt, another band she'd never heard of.