He asked a lot of questions. It wasn't as if he could help. He couldn't bring Peter back. He couldn't possibly care. He didn't know her, and Ava wasn't used to anyone caring for strangers.
She was tipsy enough to answer, though. "When I got here I hooked back up with my ex. Things were going great. Better than they had back home. He disappeared recently and hasn't come back." The required a drink to keep the sting in her eyes from becoming tears.
"And I mean dead." Ava huffed. "I was shot up and bleeding out before I got here."