You figure your day is a wash anyway, you might as well bring Sawyer back their wallet. You climb off the dumpster and head out of the alley and down the street. On the way you call your boss to tell them you aren't coming.
You reach the address on the license, a cute little split level with a window box full of flowers.
You ring the bell.
No answer.
You realize it might be broken and knock instead.
No answer.
An older couple come out of the house next door.
"Are you looking for Sawyer?"
"Yes, just want to return their wallet."
"They said something about a date at that new restaurant downtown. Something about salty food."
"Salt & Ember, dear."
"Yes that. They went there."
The couple walks off down the street.
