S.A.M. was still breathing heavily. He had seen unixgeek13 fall in the hail of bullets and in the interest of self preservation, had locked the travel agency for the day. He could see skaught inside the casino entrance, talking into his mobile. He wondered why the bodyguard had been so insistent on leaving town the night before that he had to leave his agency to personally ensure that he got on the plane. His arrival moments before the shooting also seemed suspicious.
Turning around, he looked at his visitor, the mayor was taking statements from possible witnesses to the shooting. Stout denial, that was his modus operandi. He loved his hide too much to have it gracing the den of a mafia don.
Wearily, he answered the mayor's questions in a monotone. No, I did not see anything, I was in the back of the agency. Yes, I called the ambulance. No, I was not particularly close to the victim. No I did not see the car. The disbelief on the mayor's face as he jotted down his testimony was palpable, but he could not care less.
The phone rang, a welcome interruption. "Oasis Travels", he intoned. "One ticket? For tonight? Fine. The bus leaves at 6 pm. Credit card number?" Completing the transaction, he turned around to find the mayor waiting expectantly.
Travel voucher: bartender
Vote: Mayor