The pizzeria is cold and the air is thick, darkness casting moving shadows as he moved through the restaurant. He could have sworn he heard something, maybe a raccoon or a possum? Was that even in his qualifications? He didnt see Steve hiring someone to take care of it. So here he was, like a predator in the night, squinting to try and see every last shadow.

One moved oddly though and it caught his attention quick, the light shining on an unknown figure. " Hey! " He barked, before his eyes focused on the person in front of him.

It’s like he saw a ghost, her expression softening from that once hardened expression. " Anon ? "