Come Along With Me

Coffee Breath (Diner Meeting Part 2)

Eden POV:

The four of us walked around downtown looking for this Amy girl, We notice tow girls hanging a picture with Troy's face on it, one of them has to be Amy.
"bet that's her" Dean turned to us. "Yeah," I said.
We approach her as she's putting a poster on a wall of a building, "You must be Amy" Dean said as we appeared in front of her.
"Yeah," She replied, looking at all of us.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you," I tell her in hopes to not freak her out.
"We're Troys Aunts and Uncles" Mel joined in.
"He never mentioned you to me," Amy says matter of factly, turning around to walk down the street.
"That's Troy for you. We aren't around much," Dean explained, "We're from out of town."
"So, we're looking for him too, and," Sam took a breath, "we're kinda asking around" Sam got interrupted by a girl asking Amy if she was okay. Amy nods and Sam continues, "And we were hoping if we could speak with you? Ask some questions."
"Maybe we should sit down," I say and lead everybody to a café nearby.
We all walk in and sit at the nearest booth, Amy picks up the pentagram necklace one of the boys asked about it but I'm trying to read her as best as I can, she's obviously nervous.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I ask her trying to relax her nerves.
"Yeah anything is fine" She mumbles.
I get up and walk to the counter to order a coffee, hopefully, Mel writes down all the info while I'm gone. As much as I love solving cases I'm having trouble adapting to this whole "group" thing.
I walk back with a couple of cups of coffee in hand and to overhear Amy saying "Well, it's just, I mean with all these guys going missing, people talk."
"What?" I ask.
"What do they talk about?" Dean, Sam, Mel, and I all ask in unison.
"It's kind of this local legend. The one girl who got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitch-hikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear...forever" Amy explains.
A ghost, of course, it's a ghost.
"Thanks for helping," Mel says as well all leave the café.
"Let's go to the Library and then I guess we're going ghost hunting," I say.
"That's a bit of a drive so we better hurry with research" Mel adds.
We walk to the library and quickly split up and get on the computers. Luckily I was the one that did most of the online searching when it came to Mel and I and I quickly found an article.
"Hey someone come look at this," I say to whoever is nearest to me.
Dean rushes over and looks over my shoulder "Whatcha got?"
"1981, Constance Welch, 24 years old jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drown in the river," I read the information on the screen.
"Looks like you aren't that crappy of a detective" Dean jokes.
It wasn't until now I noticed how close we are and feel myself blush. Dean looks at me and raises his eyebrow "What?"
I scoff and quickly my blush fades.
"You have coffee breath" I grumble.