ELEANOR SINCLAIR
I still think of how I met Damian Blackwood through his grandfather.
Our first contact was when I served his coffee in the café I was working at at the time. He appeared to be a jolly old man-the smile and extra tip he gave me warmed me up, so that I ignored the other man who sat next to him. He called me for a second order, and as I turned the hot liquid into his cup for the second time, I tried to listen to them.
My eye caught the other man's grin and I thought that there was something off about him. After that, my eyes moved to his hands and I saw what they held onto.
It was a gold chain with a small pendant fashioned to look like a dog.
I found it hard to understand why he would want a chain made of gold, but saw that it really did have an effect on the old man
