The drone of people talking filled the coffee house, the smell of fresh baked donuts and just brewed coffee strong in the air. A classic rock station hummed in the background. Evan Dorn radio talk show host and part time fighter of evil things sat in a booth alone speaking into his cell phone.
"Yeah, that's right D.E.R.E.V. -- yeah, German I think. ok get back to me. He hung up the phone with a click. At that moment a brunette server appeared holding a pot of coffee. "Refill" she asked. "yes please" Evan replied watching as the steaming ambrosia was poured into his mug. When the server moved on to her next table Evan flipped to his phone to the contacts page. who to call? who to call? he thought. I think I should give Police Constable Smith a try. He has always scratched my back in the past. Even Clicked the speed dial and put the phone to his ear.