Joseph stopped for a second, something wasn't right. That car just drove into an alley, that couldn't have been good. Prostitution? Rare in this part of town, too many cops. Possible drug deal, judging by the speed at which the turn happened, it was probably something more nefarious. If he went into the alley and caught them red handed, it'd probably give him a 34 percent chance of success in citizen's arrest, judging by the element of surprise and the fact that he was woefully unequipped for a shootout. He'd best ignore it.

Walking towards his truck, he realized that he had left his notebook in the bar, after patting himself down to make absolutely sure, he walked back towards it. He threw open the door and walked to Speece's table. He grabbed his notebook out from underneath Speece's cup of coffee, shooting him a look of disappointment before walking back towards the door. Then he noticed that a stool at the bar was empty, shrugging, he took a seat. [color=a0410d]"Gin and Tonic please."[/color]