Naturally, Cal - the owner of Cal's Computers - hadn't turned up.

April May had manned to desk of the ghost shop for nearly half an hour and was unsurprised when the store received no customers. She doubted anyone would enter the IT store that day - she was the first and most likely the last person to walk through that front door. Nate's grocery store was still buzzing with business, which consisted mainly of nosy locals desperate to see what the cops were doing there. Bored, April May left the front counter and peeked through the blinds, watching the increased activity at Nate's nonchalantly. 

Decidedly curious herself, she pushed open the front door and hedged down the street, her hands shoved in her jeans pockets. She tagged onto a group where the cops were reassuring civilians it was a simple mountain lion attack and for them not to worry, and so she sloped off, learning nothing new. The authorities of this town weren't exactly always forthcoming about case details. She nattered politely to a couple of locals, who said they'd seen the Sheriff at the Hotel. That was news. She glanced back at Cal's Computers - the store front dim and uninviting, hardly likely to attract any customers today - and sauntered off in the direction of the town's hotel. It's not like she had anything better to do. 

She approached the hotel where a couple were hurrying out the front entrance. They glimpsed at her nervously and clutched her arm as they passed her, their wide eyes seeking out her own.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you, love," the woman garbled worriedly, shooting furtively glances across to her husband "We were just on our way to check-out when we caught sight of some guys outside one of the rooms - Norman, there, is pretty sure they're cops - threatening to break down the door to find them! Couple of criminals in there - murderers, by the looks of it."

April May raised an eyebrow. Murderers? Now that was new. Sure, animal attacks were frequent but human criminals were quite uncommon in this town. She nodded vaguely, but ignored their warnings and loitered around entrance of the hotel, hoping to hear some gossip as people come and went. Heck, maybe she'd even see the Sheriff frog-march them out the front of the hotel - that would certainly be a sight. 

It was certainly a more appealing alternative to manning the desk of the dead computer store.