After evading a stalker, Ione is pulled over for speeding. However, the ticket she received was an invitation, not a summons.Ione stepped into the Earl of Sussex fifteen minutes early for her meeting with the constable. Her neon red helmet dangled by its strap from her hand. She stopped just past the doorway to let her eyes adjust to the soft lighting inside the pub before stepping up to the bar. Before sitting, she looked over the clientèle; there was a young couple lost within each other to the point that they didn't notice anyone else. A group of five young men, their suit jackets off, sat with a round of beers watching the muted pre-game show for the Ottawa Senators' away game. Across the room, on the other side of the bar, a group of three, two men and a woman, chatted. Spying a seat that faced the door, Ione walked around the bar to get to it. She sat down, shifting herself on the bar stool to get comfortable. As she set her helmet on the seat beside her, the bartender turned his attention to her. "A Coke, please."
"Coming right up."
Ione craned her neck to check the hockey pre-game show. Her mother's side of the family were lifelong Canadiens fans for generations; Ione, however, became a fan of the Sens as a tween-aged girl and tried to follow them whenever she could. She wished she was home to watch the game instead of meeting a mysterious constable in a bar. Ione paused. A question came her mind; what did the constable look like? She racked her memory. She remembered his car, a Ford Crown Victoria with the RCMP logos and livery. She remembered his uniform. She remembered the ticket book. She even remembered his sunglasses. Ione just couldn't remember any facial details, despite looking right at him.