Victim || Hunter & Circe

Nashville - Tennessee

3:45:20 a.m. — Wingate Hotel

It was a nice and comfortable place. They had afforded it easily with his ‘on the side’ paycheck she knew nothing about. To her though they had just been lucky and earned enough to stay a few nights here. They’d taken the Queen Room and gotten a queen sized bed a piece, which was nice.

Couldn’t have been more than three hours ago when they had turned in together. He had a place to play in the morning, little country coffee shop that had eagerly hired him. And that night he had a bar to play at so rest was needed. However it didn’t look like they were going to get any of that.

Knock knock

Persistent. Whoever they were. And they were banging fairly hard at that. Just before they’d probably get annoyed he got up, looking over to see Circe blinking sleepily and gestured for her to stay there. Whoever they were they’d just have to deal with him being shirtless. But when he opened the door it was apparent they wouldn’t care. Familiar dark blue uniforms and shiny badges met his eye.

“Hunter Mathewson?”

Bloody Hell.