"So, which do you think, huh?" Sam sighs doing a quick check of each of the ingrediencies lists of both packages before holding them both up for inspection. "Honestly its your choice." She prods earning another hungry lick of lips from Riley who only looks between the two choices then back at her with a low sigh. "Seriously? Well, thanks a lot Mr. No Help." Sam teases giving the dog's scruff a playful scratch before going back to her debate.
"Everything going alright over here?"
The sudden question has Sam immediately on edge as she turns sharply on the spot Riley giving a warning growl of his of at her side as the pup presses closer between Sam and this new arrival.
According to the name badge pinned to the woman's rumpled shirt her name was Casey. Casey what Sam wasn't sure as she takes a steadying breath thought her nose and reaches one trimmer laced hand down to card her fingers thought Riley's raised heckles as she gives an accusing "Didn't see you there."
"Sorry." Casey backpaddles with a guilty smile that didn't reach her eyes as she appraises the pair. After a soft tisk of her tongue she spoke up once more as Sam tipped one of the bags of dog kibble into her basket along with a few other small purchases she'd collected since coming into the small shop. "Tragic, isn't it?" The shop employee sighs then nodes back over Sam's shoulder towards a low volumed tv set playing a breaking news story.
Two bodies had been found at what had once been a popular fairground. And more unnerving was that the station was getting a number of anonymous reports that this was only the latest in a steady string of grizzly murders the locale police had been attempting to keep from public knowledge.
If the tips proved correct according to the new caster the current total being an unsettling five, but the station hadn't been able to verify anything with the police department.
"How could someone do something so, so." She stops as if trying to find the right words before shaking her head and finishing with a simple "so cruel to another person?" Casey questions the same moment the two bodies had been wheeled out in matching black body bags.
"That's one word for it." Sam agrees once again running her fingers thought Riley's fur as her eyes catch a glimpse of blood soaked white out of the corner of her eye but Sam forces him to shut up before her phantom father could even open his mouth to speak.
"You alright?" Casey probes with another shy smile as she follows Sam's flickering gaze with a curious glance of her own. Sam huffs under her breath. She hates it when others notice her slips.
"Bye, stay safe out there," Casey calls already noticing the plain-clothed officer already making his way towards the retreating pair of Sam and Riley. She checked her watch once she was sure the suspicious Carpenter wouldn't be looking back over her shoulder to watch her.
Still, plenty of time for the rest of her plan before the cops id her newest pair of breadcrumbs for her to finish up here before going to collect Laura. That boyfriend of hers should be getting out of surgery in the next hour or so.
Right on schedule.
She grins to herself as the door to the shop chimes closed behind her and she reaches up to lock the doors altogether. No point really in keeping the place open now.
With a bored yawn, she starts tugging off the borrowed teeshirt she tosses it aside leaving her top half-covered with only her black sports bra as she lazily stretches her arms over her head as she heads over to empty the register into one of the backpacks she picks up on the short walk from the doors to the front desk.
Casey pauses humming softly to herself as she listened to the soft cluttering coming from the closed door of her destination. Nothing that would have caught the attention of the already on edge Sam but she'd noticed the way Riley seemed to be noticing more and more despite her best attempts to sway the dog into raising the alarm.
Lucky for her Sam seemed to be in a hurry to go check on her younger sister. or maybe Laura.
Digging out the loan key from the pocket of her red-stained jeans Casey unlocks the backroom door revealing the literal blood bath waiting for her inside. "Dammit Cas, I thought we'd talked about this." she huffed tossing her new backpack into one of the only blood-free chairs the small closet of a room had to offer. "Now look at the mess you've made."
The loan figure she'd left locked away rolls pitifully onto her back at the sound of her voice. the woman above her grinning in pride when it seemed the cloning program, she'd been running on that other woman's phone was finished its job. "An odd way of asking a girl for her number, it's true." the bra and jean-clad woman sighed "but what can you do?" she laughed to herself sliding her phone into the front pocket of her cash-filled backpack.
"I told you not to struggle. That struggling was bad and that struggling would only make it worse for you." the only other person in the room huffed crouching down to get a better look at the piano wire slowly constricting into the shop clerk's throat. "You made me have to get rid of Sam early. I thought we were friends Cas why would you make me do that? You know how very much I want to talk with her."
Cas only sobbed harder as more of her blood spilled onto the floor. "Look if I let you go now you can id me and then everyone else I've killed would have been a waste. Including your little lover girl."
the reminder only brought more tears spilling from Cas's eyes as the wire around her throat was slowly pulled away only after the iv of bagged blood was hooked into her arm. "Okay, okay I'm sorry for bringing her up but I needed her more than you do."
Angry tear-filled-eyed find cold unfeeling ones as the wheelchair Cas was zip-tied to was wheeled out of the stock room. "Don't look too unhappy Casey girl. You and I are going on a field trip." her tormented smiles ignoring the literal blood train she was leaving as she pushed the chair towards the loading docks.