Sanfield Pub, Sanfield, 8:23a.m.
"Okay, let's check around for clues." Denella said as they entered the tumbledown building. The walls were painted red and the tiles were messily put together. It looked like someone had rushed it. Denella studied the place, spotting out all of the imperfections. There were cracks on the walls and the paint didn't even suit the place. There were also crumbs all over the floor. The music was too loud; it could make her ears bleed. She always wondered why the specific pub blasted their music so loud, even in the mornings.
"Shouldn't we ask workers if they know anything?" Brandon questioned.
"Well . . . I'm the expert here, and I've had years of training. So, first we'll look for clues, and then we'll ask questions. Let's start with the back."
Denella and Brandon went to the back room where they stored their extra supplies.
"It's so dark in here." Brandon said.
Suddenly, Denella took Brandon's phone and weapons, pushed him into the storage room and locked the door. He banged on the door so someone could come open it, but no one could hear him with the loud, deafening music pounding in their ears.
Denella went up to the workers that were serving drinks at the table. She took out her photo ID and showed it to one of the women who were worker there. "Hi, my name is Denella Oakley. I work for R.O.S.S. Headquarters, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about an event that occurred a couple of nights ago?"
"S-Sure." The women stuttered. Her hair was dirty blonde, but you couldn't miss the hints of grey hair in between, even with the hair dye she had on. He eyes were ocean blue, and she had light purple eye shadow on. Her glossy lips were small and thin and she wore golden hoops on her ears that were big enough to jump through.
"What's your name?"
"Kristen."
"And how old are you, Kristen?"
"34."
"How long have you been working here?"
"Six years. I own the pub."
Denella raised her eyebrow. "Okay. Can you give me the names of all the people who were working here last Thursday night?"
"Here's a schedule of all of our shifts. There were only the five of us working here that night."
Denella skimmed through the list. "Where are Sadie Burton and Julie Paxton right now?"
"They're both serving drinks now with Benjamin. And Kayden must be somewhere controlling the music. He's our DJ. They were all here last Thursday, except for Sadie. She called in sick that night."