Having enlisted the help of the workers at the little cafe, Emily was standing behind the counter, ready to take the order of the man who had just walked through the door. It had taken a lot of interviewing, flashing his photo around, and sheer guessing (i.e. this is a cafe with good food, maybe he goes here, let’s show the staff his photo). The security cameras hadn’t managed to pick up much, but it would seem that Remy LeBeau frequented this cafe. So Emily, trying to help her father in his investigation of the string of highly technical robberies in the city, had flashed her forensic scientist of the police department badge and gotten a temporary job behind the counter.
Clad in a baby blue apron, the redhead smiled brightly at the man. “Hello! What can I get for you?” // @turn-of-the-cards
