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Robin Marshall

Location: The Café
Interacting With: Miranda Burke, Olivia Johnson

Robin stirred his coffee again as he listened to Olivia and Miranda talk. A pang of guilt struck him for prying into their business now that the smiles had disappeared and the tense explanations came out. It was unkind of him to ask that. As an old 'friend' had one said, his nosiness would be the death of him some day. (Relatedly, she had also said that his nose was his worst characteristic. Maybe she just had a thing against noses.) For now, his penchant for gossip didn't seem to be screwing him over; it was content to simply make him feel bad, and that was something to rectify immediately.

"Sorry," he said hastily, with an imperceptible shake of his head. "I figured it must be hard for you. I don't know why I asked that––sorry."

Robin affixed a tentative smile on his face, about two steps away from reassuring but trying its best to be. "I think they'll find her though. Maybe not the cops or the feds, but, you know, everyone else looking into it. Through search parties or something like that." Robin's distrust of the legal system was well-known, but he didn't think it was unfounded. His fear over this being swept under the rug (as many crimes in the city were) had infiltrated all of his worries about Walker's disappearance and the Mayor's murder. It was one of the reasons why he returned to Red Lake this time: just in case an extra pair of hands were needed. Just in case there was any amateurs trying their hand at some real-life Scooby Doo mystery solving when the law fails. "I came back to try and help out, if I even can. Let me know if you need anything."

But then Olivia looked over at someone behind him who just entered the café––someone who Robin didn't know, whose name was presumably Declan––and he turned his attention to folding and unfolding the corner of a napkin, leg bouncing up and down from inactivity.

Robin Marshall

Location: The Café
Interacting With: Miranda Burke, Olivia Johnson

Robin finished stooping over his coffee and slid into the seat by the wall, leaning against it in a slouch. His posture had never been the best, and if ten and a bit years of schooling hadn't corrected it, he reckoned nothing ever would: it would be back problems forevermore.

"Miranda Burke," he greeted, with his usual bad habit of calling everyone by their full names He offered what he hoped was a winning smile. "It's nice to see you again. Well, it's nice to see everyone again, but, you know, I've not talked to many people since I got back." With all the new faces around Red Lake, he was, if not glad, then at least relieved to see some old ones kicking about, too. Hearing about murders in one's old stomping ground was never pleasant –– not that he had any other experiences to compare it to –– and the town and its people had wormed its way into his heart over the years, even when he tried desperately to dig it out and pretend that he was from somewhere, anywhere else. 

There were few people from Red Lake he wished to see harm upon. One of them might have been that mayor... well, ex-mayor now, but it seemed churlish to speak or think ill of the dead. Other than that, he was glad that there was only one missing girl, not including all the gory deaths, and while it might have sounded selfish had he ever voiced it aloud, at least it wasn't someone he actually spoke to semi-regularly. 

Though that didn't mean he wouldn't try to help out, just a man with a van and a load of old, pulpy mystery novels and the slight desire for recognition. He took a long drink of over-sweetened coffee. "Not to pry," said Robin as he began to pry, "but how are you two holding up? Given Riley Walker and all the other crazy shit I heard about."

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