The shop had been open for a couple hours when Tamaya arrived on Thursday morning. She wandered between the shelves for several minutes, apparently trying to make up her mind about something. She left again without saying anything.
“What do you think that was about?” Keegan wondered aloud.
“Beats me,” responded Rick.
Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the door as Tamaya returned.
“So are you sure you guys didn’t see anything from on that roof?” she inquired.
“They just packed up some random junk into boxes and left,” Keegan answered her. “Why do you ask?”
“Well… It’s just…” Tamaya stammered. “I heard someone was caught in the middle of it and… I was curious…”
“Well, there was a bit where they had a few people lined up for something by a tent… Other than that, sorry, I got nothin for ya.”
“Yeah, they went in one by one and came out a minute or two later.”
“Probably testing them for…” Tamaya trailed off.
“What’d you say?”
“Oh, nothing…” Disappointed, Tamaya sighed and looked out the window. “So that’s it, huh?”
“‘Fraid so,” replied Rick.
“Well, thanks anyway.”
“Oh, and please don’t tell anyone that we were on the roof,” Keegan pleaded, “we could probably get in some serious trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Tamaya assured them, “I won’t tell anyone.”
“She seems to be rather interested in the accident,” Rick observed after Tamaya had left. “Where do you think she got the bit about someone being in it?”
“I guess someone must’ve seen it happen. I hope they won’t be able to identify me…”
“Dude, if they did you’d be gone by now. Anyone close enough to see it would’ve been kept in the quarantine and the government goons would surely have gotten the info from them by now.”
“Anyway, we should probably keep an eye on her, if she’s looking for stuff about the accident she could mess things up.”
“Keep an eye on her how? There really isn’t anything we can do without exposing ourselves and/or coming across as creeps.”
“Hmm, you have a point.”