The very next day Ryan arose from her bed, getting up to change her appearance for when she was to look for the witch at the bar to ask around to gain intel on who this woman might be.

As soon as she was in appropriate attire she began to look through her duffle. Inside her beloved compartment, she had a variety of weapons and bottles of dead man's blood.

Rummaging through the canvas bag she found a box filled with special types of bullets. More specifically witch killing bullets, or as Ryan called them, Dorothies, in reference to Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

She held one bullet in hand, looking it over at the spell that was imprinted on the small surface area on the tip. "Please hit the bitch." she whispered to the small piece of metal, kissing it before loading it into her pistol.

{Miniature time skip}

Once she had arrived in the alcohol aroma filled building, Ryan approached the bar tender, "Hi, I'm agent Prince. I've wanted to ask you a few questions about the death of Theresa Hughes. Were you working that night, uh-" she said, showing him her badge, reading his name tag while simultaneously sitting on a bar stool in front of him. "Keith."

"I was, agent Prince. I served her and her friends shots." Keith replied, having a smile. "Theresa came in with her friend around eight and stayed until eleven. Theresa left while her friend was up on the stage, singing karaoke." Keith said, remembering what had went down that night.

"Was there a blonde woman here as well?" Ryan asked, wondering if he had served her too.

"Yes, Starla. She was here, said she was passing through here before going back to Vermont." Keith replied, serving another person who had took a seat.

"Any last name?" Ryan asked, curiously, placing a twenty on the counter to pay for a beer and tip.
Keith shrugged, passing her a beer. "She never mentioned her last name, just her first name." He replied, taking the twenty.

"Really, Keith? No last name? Four people are dead." Ryan said, taking a sip of her beer, "Please, think. During your time talking to her, do you remember anything?"

Keith who was putting together a drink for himself went into a daze, attempting to remember anything of significance Starla might have said.

"Well, I don't remember any mentioning of a potential last name, but I did manage to get a breif listen on a phone call she had. She said she was behind schedule, that someone wasn't showing up like she expected." Keith said, feeling like his brain had a workout from trying to remember any little details.

"Any idea what that means?" Ryan said, looking at Keith closely, studying him.

"No, unfortunately I do not."

"Well, thank you so much for that information, Keith." Ryan said, about to get up from her seat.

"No problem, Agent." Keith said, having a bit of a smile, "But I must ask...is Starla involved with anything?" he asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Not that I know of just yet." Ryan replied, getting up, "Again, thank you for your time." She finished, leaving the bar.

As Ryan left Keith's eyes never left her until she walked out the door. He then scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket, bringing up the name Starla in his texts.

'Starla, you were right, she would be drawn here to Mississippi. Ryan Carter has entered the lion's den.'

Once Keith sent the message a blonde woman with piercing blue eyes looked up from a nearby booth at Keith.

'Don't ever doubt me again.
-S'