Texarkana Restaurant, Kingsbridge, Bronx, NY
The limo again brings the diners to a surprise location. An upmarket Tex-Mex joint with ironic Southwestern decor, Santa Fe colours, Navajo blankets, cowboy art, and rawhide banquettes. The night has been lengthy but quiet, It was easy enough to keep track of the suspects' motions. Some made no motions at all besides running some unrelated driving errands. The police have been asking around but haven't made any headway.
I remind myself of the special abilities i've endowed my guests with. Some of them have more information than they did yesterday. They need simply to relay to me privately if they wish to claim something, via one of the many ludicrously dressed waiters attending the restaurant. The coats sit idly in the cloakroom, each likely with a Walkman in the side pocket. The maitre d' recommends the mud soup and charcoal arugala, though the diners stick with their usual orders which I convinced the head chef to oblige with.
I've had plenty of time to think, could two of Paul's friends really have killed him, and with what motive? Could it be for no reason at all? I could hardly sleep. I went home after tracking nocturnal activities and couldn't decide how to distract myself. I found an imported JAV (on VHS, of course) and began to dispassionately masturbate. First looking at the JAV, then thinking about the case, then thinking about Paul's fiance, Meredith, who I suppose is single now, then back to the JAV, then Meredith again, and finally about a woman I met in an elevator for 15 seconds, about ten years ago.
ALIVE: 8
@Dirty Duck
@Aragorn
@Jassassino
@Null
@starschwar
@Departed
@black king
@st3ve
DEAD: 0
DAY 2 START