Day Twenty-Three - Afternoon and Evening

     Casper waits and watches from a side alley until Smith leaves the post office and returns to his own establishment. He’d’ve taken off sooner, except Myr’s taken to waiting in front of the bank for Smith to show himself. Smith greets him with a warm greeting of “’Zekiel!” and claps him on the back just as fondly when he gets near. They could be old drinking buddies or could be starting a knitting circle for all Casper cares, he just wants them gone and out of sight so he can go already.

     Smith invites Myr in for a drink. Myr naturally agrees, leads the way into the building in fact, welcoming himself like it’s his own home. Smith doesn’t seem to bothered by it either. The familiarity suggests they’ve been doing this a long time.

     Casper sighs and files away that particular footnote for later. He may have to get into the habit of asking Balor for Myr’s schedule on any given day. He’s not fond of Myr getting the drop on him once, much less making it a regular occurrence.

Day Twenty-Three - Morning and Midday

     Casper asks Balor permission to leave for town early this morning. That’s the thing about stakeouts; the more time you can waste on them, the better the chances of success. He promises he’ll do his share of chores when he gets back. Balor is admittedly puzzled over why the time that the weeding and watering gets done would matter, much less why Casper feels the need to rush off to town. The old man doesn’t ask though. Something about plausible deniability. He does, however warn Casper to expect Myr. Apparently the drunk intends on paying Smith a visit sometime today, likely this afternoon if his sleeping habits are any indication. God knows how and why Myr, of all people, has gotten himself wrapped up in Smith's business, but at least now Casper knows to keep an eye out. Not that he plans on being seen anyways.