It just occured to me, I should probably point out that I don't see Emily as having actually stolen his walet to steal it. More like, she took his wallet to hold his attention. She thinks he's interesting and doesn't want to be forgotten when he leaves.
"So, you're Sam?" she asked, sliding in to the seat next to him. He looked up, surprised.
"Yeah. How'd you know that?" she gave a little half shrug.
"Your brother pointed you out while we were talking. But he was boring. So, how's your business going?" He looked at her. "I'm assuming that's what you're working on."
"Good. It's going good." She smiled slightly.
"Finding anything out?" He shrugged.
"Well, you know. Things take time." Her smile widened the slightest bit at his prevarication. Apparently he was used to dodging questions, but she was getting the feeling that he had no idea what she was talking about.
"How about you give me a rundown of what you've got so far? I mean, I live here, so I should be entitled to know what's going on in the area, right?"
"Actually, if you live here, you could help me out." She sighed aggrievedly.
"I've already told your brother, I haven't noticed anything odd. Not so much as a broken window out of place. No strange weather, no odd power fluctuations, insect or rodent infestations, no abnormal deaths, nothing." He raised an eyebrow at the list, but didn't say anything. "So how about you?" He shrugged slightly.
"Like you said, the place seems fairly quiet," he replied. Glancing across the bar, he rolled his eyes at Dean's raised eyebrows. "So, can I get you a drink?" She glanced at him and then, seemingly coming to a decision, nodded.
"A strawberry daquiri, please." He nodded and rose from his chair, closing the screen of his computer.
"You look after my computer," he warned. "If anything happens to it, I'll know who to blame." She smiled secretively as he turned towards the bar, and then opened the laptop back up, quickly scrolling through the pages he had up before closing it again.
It looked like she'd been right; they definitely weren't here about any friends or real estate.
Sneaky, isn't she? Though, I do wonder why Sam actually trusted her with his computer. Isn't that bad, when even the writer doesn't know?