I walk down the street at around eight A.M., of course, and head down to the corner diner which is oh-so-famously known as SqUiSHy's. Don't question the odd capitilization, okay? It's always been that way. I run my fingers through my slightly still damp hair as I come closer to the entrance to SqUiSHy's. I had gotten a shower this morning when I woke up before heading out. I pull my dark brown denim jacket around me even more than before to shield myself from the brisk morning air. I check my dark blue skinny jean's pocket to make sure that Anna's phone is still in it as I pass through the doors. My tall brown boots make me as silent as a ghost as I approach the counter to order my usual breakfast; little does Mrs. Willis know that I have another motive for coming here today.

"Ah," Mrs. Willis shines me her usual smile, "Hello Kimberly, the usual?"

"Yes, please." I nod.

"CAMDEN," Mrs. Willis yells to the teenage boy who happens to wince everytime she yells, "One blueberry panacke with maple syrup on the side, two slices of bacon, one egg, and one glass of Coca Cola."

"Yes, Mrs. Willis!" Camden shouts back to her.

"DON'T YELL AT ME BOY," Mrs. Willis yells even louder, "I'M NOT DEAF!"

"Suuuureeeee." Camden mutters under his breath.

"Anyways," Mrs. Willis turns back to me, "I'm sorry to hear about Anna, she was a nice girl."

"Thank you. Um, have you ever seen her hang out with anyone while she was down here?" I ask.

"Hmm," She pauses, "Only one."

"Was he tall?"

"I think so, yes..."

"With sandy hair and hazel eyes?"

"Well," She pauses again, "His hair was a type of brown, but I didn't exactly stare at him. I don't remember what color his eyes were, sorry sweetheart."

"Thanks anyways." I manage a small smile and take my order off of the counter as it comes around.

I walk over to a red cushioned booth and slide in under the wooden table. I sit my order down and begin eating my blueberry pancake; i'm about half done with it when I realize someone walked through the door. There's always customers here so I just go about my business like I always would. When I life up my Coca Cola to get a drink my eyes raise to the middle of the room. To my surprise I find the man that Mrs. Willis described standing there. Mrs Willis was right in her description, but I know that it isn't Wyatt. He orders his food with a smile and gives her a thank you as he leaves the counter with a bag of muffins and a coffee in his hand. I watch him as he scans the room until his eyes land on me. I avert my eyes back to my food, hoping that I won't get noticed. Sadly, only a few seconds later he walks over and asks if he can sit across from me. I only manage to nod and go back to eating my food. I'm halfway done chewing a piece of bacon when he speaks up.

"It's a nice place, isn't it?" He asks.

"Yeah." I continue to munch on my food.

I raise my eyes to examine his full appearance and notice that he has sea green eyes. He also sounds different than Wyatt, although kind of the same. He begins eating a muffin and he also directs his attention to the TV on the wall.

"Off to you, Tiffany." The news anchor speaks.

"Thanks, Jett," Tiffany speaks, "It seems that we've had a tragic accident here in our little community. There's been a homicide at 524 Granger Hill, twenty-four year old Heather Icland was found dead in her house this morning."

Huh? Now I find myself watching the TV too.

"The killer seems to have left no traces of evidence, to our dismay. This story will be continued at six when more information develops. On another note, the local animal shelter is looking for a stray cat that managed to slip out the front door after being released from it's cage. If you see Fluffy, please contact..." Tiffany continues to speak.

I sigh and go back to my breakfast. Another murder, hmm? I finish my slices of bacon and start eating my egg when the person sitting across from me speaks up again.

"You know, Kimberly, I can help you." He whispers.

"How do you know my name?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Relax, your sister and I were good friends. My name is Trevor, I go to the same college that she went to. I'm sure you already know her roommate, Andi, we're cousins."

"Oh..."

"I want to help you find out who killed Anna."

"And how would you do that?" I ask.

"Well," He scribbles an address down on his napkin and slides it over to me, "Meet me here at eight."

"And how do I trust that you aren't her killer trying to convince me?" I interrogate.

He chuckles a little as he grabs his muffin bag and his empty coffee cup.

"I guess you can't."

He offers me a crooked smile before exiting the diner. Well, fantastic. I glance down at the napkin. I'm going to go meet a person who claims to be my sister's good friend in a strange place when it's dark. How can that go wrong? My, my, I really am sarcastic, aren't I? I pick up my trash and throw it away in the garbage before playing my tray on the clean-up counter. As I walk out of the diner I can't seem to get the fact that someone else was murdered. I would go investigate if I could, but I'm not a detective...Or anything close to one. Hmm, so I guess tonight is my only option after all...