The lights inside the gas station were dim, and it was eerily empty. There were two employees at the desk, one bumming, and the other hard at work restocking the cigarettes. There was only one customer, and that was a very intimidating looking gentleman, known as Otis Yates. The private investigator was simply filling up two cups of coffee and grabbing a bag of peanuts, passing through.

"Will that be all?" Came the usual question from the cashier.

"Yes, thank you." Was the concise response from Otis. 

He paid in cash and completed the transaction quickly, without taking his change. "Take care of yourselves, you hear?" He said, very seriously. The cashier gave a simple nod and the other employee just ignored him.

He exited, walking at a leisurely pace, and heading towards a figure all too familiar to him. It was his old friend, Schaeffer. Once just a simple contact, until he learned the man's true purpose, so long ago, when he first became a hunter.

"It's not a chai latte, or cappuccino, or any other bullshit. Just straight black, 99 cent coffee from the gas station." He held out a cup to Schaeffer. "Glad to have an ally on this shitty case." He welcomed himself to a spot on the bench, next Schaeffer and sipped away at his own cup of coffee. He breathed in the smell and took in the sight of the pretty girls, "Too many times have demons lured me in with women. I guess it is the most effective way." He mused.