Foul Play

Gonzalo left the bakery. He glanced across the street towards the restaurant, hope fluttering in his chest. He thought that he could maybe catch a glimpse of River. But the fading light and the bustling crowd outside obscured any view.

He didn't see shit.

He groaned, turned his back on the restaurant, and headed towards Doctor Sofia's house. As he approached the house, he saw her sitting on the porch with a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her face which was earlier composed and professional, held a hint of surprise when she saw him.

Whoa; Gonzalo thought– he didn't know she smoked. She didn't look like one who did. Or perhaps, could that be her way of dealing with her grief?

"Early back from work, aren't you, Alpha?" she greeted him, blowing out a plume of smoke. "Did the bakery close down already?"

Gonzalo chuckled in a little too strained way. "No, the bakery's open. My boss, well, let me off early so I could check on Rourke."

“Oh, that's very nice of him, I must say.” Sofia chuck