John and Missouri left he police station at about 1pm, both were very shook up.
Neither of them had eaten since the previous day, and they decided to go to a café down the road.
The café was small and had a nice dark corner, where there was a table and set for two.
John and Missouri headed over there, and when the perky, teenage waitress came over to take their order, they got a coffee and a sandwich each.
About 10 minutes later the waitress came back and gave them their order.
"I'm really sorry to hear about what happened this morning." She said as she was placing the coffees on the table.
As she went to walk away, John grabbed her arm stopping her.
"How do you know about that?" he said in a quiet, though deep and powerful voice.
The girl was scared, john could see it in her eyes and he then realized that he still had a fair grip on her arm. He let go, and saw her relax, just a bit.
"My dad, he's the officer who found the two of you out the road, he just dropped me off for work, and pointed you out to me, he's told me what happened." She said quietly, not looking directly at John or Missouri.
"No one can know." John said simply, he looked up at the naïve teenager.
"Yes sir," said the girl finally looking into Johns eyes, she saw that she needed to keep this between them, her father and herself, and that she needed to warn her father about this too, "I'll tell my father as well sir."
"Thank you darling," said Missouri, and quickly changing the subject before the girl burst into tears, "hun, you wouldn't be able to point us in the right direction of a good place to stay? We might be here for a while."
"Well, there's only the pub here in town," she said, "but I could speak with my parents, maybe you could stay in the spare room at our place."
"Thank you dear, we would really appreciate that, we'll stay at the pub for tonight, but no doubt we will be here again, you can get back to us soon. By the way, my name is Missouri," she said, and then turning to John, she said, "and this is John"
"My name is Alison, but everyone just calls me Ali." She said.
"Thank you Ali," Missouri said, "we'll be seeing you later then"
"Ok, enjoy your meal." Ali said before she turned and walked away, though it was hardly a meal.
John and Missouri left the café, having hardly touched the sandwiches they ordered, but having ordered a second coffee, which Ali had persuaded the owner of the café to put on the house, which was sweet of her, and appreciated by both of them. They thanked her and the owner of the café, a short, round woman with brilliant olive skin and long dark brown hair, all the makings of a beautiful young woman, had she been about 3 ft taller and a little more petite.