This week hasn't been great for Leit's bar business at all. The sales are down, the number of patrons is down, it simply felt as if the town has this air of gloominess around it.
The murder of Mr.Evans who lived in the same apartment as Leit last week really put people on high alert, and there's been strange stuff happening because of it. Yesterday Leit was visited by this strange person named Lamar, and he was asking more questions Leit was willing to answer.
"Mr. Friedrich von Leitmeritz?"
"Yes, sir, what would you like today? I recommend our new selection of fine wine that had just arrived yesterday."
"I'm not here to buy a drink, I'm here to ask questions."
"About what? I'm just a bartender."
"Mr. Evans."
"The guy who was murdered a couple of days ago?"
"Yes."
"I don't know him much, I'm just a bartender."
"Yes, yes you do. There have been reports of you going out of the apartment in the middle of the night. Where are you going every day?"
"To receive my bar supply deliveries."
"At 3AM?"
"Our establishment opens from 6AM to 10PM, when else do I unload the crates?"
"Wait a minute what? What's with this schedule? What..."
"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave. You are holding up my patrons."
"You... I will come back later."
"Do you, Lamar?"
The mayor, Mr. Meitland, asked this songwriter named Conrad to come to town in order to calm people down, and for some reason, Leit was asked by Mr. Meitland to deliver Conrad's guitar.
The guitar was just sitting there in the corner of Leit's bar, and he was going to deliver it right now. As Leit leaves "Platinum Time", he thought of how peaceful his current life is.
For a single moment, Leit thought "Perhaps, just perhaps, this bartender gig isn't my calling."
Leit disappeared into the foggy streets, only to never arrive at Conrad's concert.
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