Jo sat on the sofa silently, staring deeply into her cup of cocoa. Em had just left after stopping by for their regular movie night on Friday. All around her, Jo could hear the sounds of the other apartment tenants.
Shouts from room 401 upstairs (a married couple in need of some serious therapy); soft thumping from room 308 beside her (a relatively young couple that had just moved in a few months ago); the sound of a violin wafting up from room 207 directly below her.
Just your average night at the Reve Apartment Complex. Jo took a long sip of her cocoa before taking a deep breath. It had been a week since she had last seen Tanner, but for some reason, she couldn't get him out of her mind.
Nor could she get the recent news out of her mind. Over the course of the week, three new bodies had been found. Each mutilated like the first two found after her night out with Em. Perhaps it really was some sort of beast. But then again, the police had yet to come any closer to catching the perpetrator. The case was becoming cold.
The only new shred of evidence had been that each of the victims were part of some sort of underground society called The Silver Bullets. They each bore identical tattoos on their right biceps, each in the shape of a lupine paw print.
So far, the police had narrowed down that this was most likely a turf war between two prominent gangs in the city. The only problem, the police couldn't pin any evidence on The Loup, the other gang.
Jo shook her head of such thoughts. Best not to dwell on such negativity right before bed. She stood, making her way into the kitchen. After rinsing out her chocolate-coated mug in the sink and placing it into the wash basin, Jo grabbed her phone and headed to the bedroom.
Plunking down onto the bed, Jo stared at the ceiling, contemplating her next decision. With a deep breath, she pulled up her phone, dialing the number Tanner had left her.
"Hello?" The cheery voice sounded on the other end after the first ring.
"Hey, Tanner. It's Jo. Is this a bad time?"
There was a muffled shout from the other end of the phone. "No. No. It's a perfect time. I was beginning to think that you didn't enjoy my company at that bar the other night." Another muffled shout, as if he kept covering the microphone. "That would never happen." Jo couldn't help the smile forming at her lips. She sat up, curling her knees towards her chest.