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Morgan parked her black sedan in front of the 12th Street Cafe, stepped out, and landed right into a puddle. "Lovely. First day back, and I'm in knee deep already." This she muttered to no one, and stepped up onto the curb and inside the cafe. The bell that was positioned above the door rang through. Surprisingly, Morgan heard it. Usually, the bustle about the restaurant was loud enough to drown it out. Closing the door, her sneakers squeaked as she made her way to a bar stool at the counter.

Sliding unto the seat, she sat her paper in front of her, along with the bulky cell phone that belonged to the department. As if on cue, the phone started to vibrate atop the speckled colored counter. "Marvine." She said into the receiver. "Yeah, I'm back in town. You requested me at the conference today, right?" Pause "Ok, well I'll be there when I get there. You already cut my vacation time in half, which was approved and scheduled 2 months in advance, mind you." Pause "Yeah, yeah. Well I'm worthless without coffee and hashbrowns, so I'll be in within the hour."

The recent activity within Fairview had called the Lieutenant Detective in from her vacation early. It wasn't like she was doing anything special anyways; mostly sleeping, reading, and working out. Regardless, none of her time off was to include anything field related. Until Marlon Bulle pulled off his stunt. This was Morgan's first reason for finding the bastard, to make him pay for interrupting her plans of oblivious nothing; then there was his acts of murder. Yeah, those weren't too socially acceptable. Today was to be the day that the Chief put together his team of investigators, and for whatever reason, he wanted, no demanded, Morgan be a part of it.

Morgan flipped the paper open to it's full extent, and scoffed as Bulle's picture dawned the front. "You'd think the reporters knew his exact whereabouts as much as they write him up and down every damned day now!" Flipping to the sports section, she looked up to Fenzhi, the regular waitress on duty. "How you doin' Fen?" Morgan was a regular, and need not ask the woman for coffee with cream, for she already knew and would start pouring as soon as she was able to tend.