Paul wasn't happy. The morning shift was meant to be covered and his idiot supervisor hadn't taken into account that the banking had to be done that day as well. He pulled up the shutters and listened blankly to the dull whir of the security blind rising up over Camelot's main entrance. It hadn't been good for business last Saturday when the cops turned up… it hadn't been good for his marriage either; as he was called in to deal with it all on his wife's 30th birthday.
"Hi there!" said a cheery voice behind him. Paul spun round wrenching the key from the shutter lock awkwardly and almost snapping the end off. This was not going to be a good day, he thought to himself.
"Hello officer, how can I help you?" he said, his tone weary and slightly impatient.
"Sheriff Wagner, I'm looking for a woman." Paul smiled and gave a heavy sigh. He opened the three locks on the main entrance and ushered the Sheriff inside, flicking the light switch beside the ticket booth. "I believe you had some officers in here on Saturday asking about a federal agent from the west coast?"
"Yes we did." Paul said flatly, "One hell of a fuss it caused too." Sheriff Wagner looked at him apologetically. "So has this got something to do with that guy… he must have done something pretty major for them to be doing a search this far out for him."
"I wouldn't know about that sir, I'm actually looking for his girlfriend… It's an altogether separate matter."
Paul was only too happy to help with the officer's investigation, anything to get rid of him before things got moving outside and people started noticing a second police presence in a matter of days.
"Yes, the guy was called Bauer, I believe. He's dating Laura by the looks of things… she comes here with her little lad every weekend. He loves the comic book movies…" Marc caught himself smiling. He missed the little boy and looked forward to seeing how he'd grown in the last four years.
"Do you know where she lives?"
"Oh, err yeah, he filled in one of our free ticket coupons, let me just file through the banking book and I'll give it to you, then you can be on your way." Paul said hopefully.
"1230 Mountside Palisades, it's just a few blocks from here, down off fifth and main on the left." The Sheriff thanked him and left quickly without saying goodbye.
Marc got into his beige non-descript station wagon and drove slowly down to the scruffy apartment block where both Laura and Jack lived. Taking out his binoculars he scanned the windows on the front of the building. Finding no sign of her, he got out of the car pulled on his overcoat and wandered around to a phone booth on the other side of the street. Once ensconced in his little hide out he used the binoculars once more and found the window he was looking for.
Laura was in the kitchen doing the breakfast dishes and Alfie was sitting on the counter and drawing pictures in the steam covered windows with his fingers. Jack came over and kissed his girlfriend's neck tenderly and lifted the little boy off the counter and into his arms. They both laughed and Laura smiled out of the window, happily unaware of her ex outside watching them. Marc watched as Jack grinned and tickled the little boy.
"Don't get too comfortable there, mister." Marc snarled, running his tongue over his lips. "That sure ain't yours for the keeping!"
"Hi there!" said a cheery voice behind him. Paul spun round wrenching the key from the shutter lock awkwardly and almost snapping the end off. This was not going to be a good day, he thought to himself.
"Hello officer, how can I help you?" he said, his tone weary and slightly impatient.
"Sheriff Wagner, I'm looking for a woman." Paul smiled and gave a heavy sigh. He opened the three locks on the main entrance and ushered the Sheriff inside, flicking the light switch beside the ticket booth. "I believe you had some officers in here on Saturday asking about a federal agent from the west coast?"
"Yes we did." Paul said flatly, "One hell of a fuss it caused too." Sheriff Wagner looked at him apologetically. "So has this got something to do with that guy… he must have done something pretty major for them to be doing a search this far out for him."
"I wouldn't know about that sir, I'm actually looking for his girlfriend… It's an altogether separate matter."
Paul was only too happy to help with the officer's investigation, anything to get rid of him before things got moving outside and people started noticing a second police presence in a matter of days.
"Yes, the guy was called Bauer, I believe. He's dating Laura by the looks of things… she comes here with her little lad every weekend. He loves the comic book movies…" Marc caught himself smiling. He missed the little boy and looked forward to seeing how he'd grown in the last four years.
"Do you know where she lives?"
"Oh, err yeah, he filled in one of our free ticket coupons, let me just file through the banking book and I'll give it to you, then you can be on your way." Paul said hopefully.
"1230 Mountside Palisades, it's just a few blocks from here, down off fifth and main on the left." The Sheriff thanked him and left quickly without saying goodbye.
Marc got into his beige non-descript station wagon and drove slowly down to the scruffy apartment block where both Laura and Jack lived. Taking out his binoculars he scanned the windows on the front of the building. Finding no sign of her, he got out of the car pulled on his overcoat and wandered around to a phone booth on the other side of the street. Once ensconced in his little hide out he used the binoculars once more and found the window he was looking for.
Laura was in the kitchen doing the breakfast dishes and Alfie was sitting on the counter and drawing pictures in the steam covered windows with his fingers. Jack came over and kissed his girlfriend's neck tenderly and lifted the little boy off the counter and into his arms. They both laughed and Laura smiled out of the window, happily unaware of her ex outside watching them. Marc watched as Jack grinned and tickled the little boy.
"Don't get too comfortable there, mister." Marc snarled, running his tongue over his lips. "That sure ain't yours for the keeping!"