Chapter 14 not my friend

underground was not the place a woman wanted to visit by herself. Cyntha was on a mission though. Finding the man that she needed to find. It wasn't going to be easy when no one in the town was really all that helpful. This was though might be her lucky break. Everyone in the entire place stares as she walks up the bar and sits on one of the stools like she had been there for years.

"What can I do for you ma'am." the fat bartender says, eying the new visitor.

"Need some info," Cyntha replies as she glances at all the people still staring at her like she was an alien.

"Can't help you," was the only response she was given as the bartender went to the other end of the bar with a glass.

"Can't or won't!" she shouts at him.

"Neither unless..." the man comes back to her. More afraid of her shouting across the room again.

"No I am not a cop, agent or anything like that," A smelly guy sits beside her. "I was just looking for my dad."

"Your dad? In a place like this, honey." the smelly guys shakes his head, "I don't think this is the right place. Unless he is a harden drunk."

"Like you Terry, I will take it from here." Bartender calls.

"Yes, my dad, I have never met him, the library says to try the bars and yours..." She feels her pocket, oh no I left my notepad at the bookstore.

"You have a name?" bartender calls as he delivers more drinks.

"Tony C. but I don't..."

The face on the bartender told her she was getting to close like he knew exactly who she was talking about. She was silent until he went across the room again.

"The bartender knows doesn't he?" Terry swivels his head from side to side a couple of times.

"Did you ask his best friend the one that he is always hanging out with maybe even his lover, I can't remember his name but he looks like a librarian." Terry whispers to her.

"Like he would own a bookshop?" She whispers back at him.

"Yeah, I guess he could. He's not a drinker, probably a virgin, you know the type. Not sure of himself."

She knows, she just meet the man. She winks at Terry, slipping him some money for his time.

Cyntha racing out the door almost running into Crowley.

"Hey, watch it, bit..," Crowley stops himself and stares at her. "What the place on fire!"

"No, sorry sir, I just got to go. In a hurry."

"Wait, your..."

Crowley races after the woman but loses her in the darkness, "Damn." he shouts waving his hands in frustration.

Shaking his head went into the bar, "Does anyone know that woman that was running out here."

Not one person answers him. He slides his hands down his face.

"She was looking for you. Crowley." Bartender nods, while wiping his hands on a towel.

"Why, you didn't."

"Not me, but big brain here," points at Terry at the end of the bar, "Opened his mouth about Aziraphale being your friend,"

"You used his name," Crowley shoots Terry an angry stare.

"No, I didn't know the guy's name. I just said he..."

"He, what?" Crowley grabs Terry by the neck. "If anything happens to my friend, I will be back to kill you."

"Crowley no, let him go before you do kill him." Crowley thinking that Aziraphale was right there with him lets go of the man and spins around to find that no one was near him.

"Calm down Crowley, she was just looking for info," Bartender sets a drink in front of him on the bar, "free of charge, so you will relax,"

"Give it to big brain,"

"Whatever you say, boss." Crowley walks out of the bar without a second look.

I have to protect my friend, no matter how much it hurts me. what? am I turning into an angel or wait I was one till... Pushing the thoughts from his head he races over the bookshop.

I 've got to warn Aziraphale but if I am wrong then...something is fishy about this. She just shows up out of the blue wanting info...

Skidding to a halt when he sees someone pressing up again the glass window of his friend's bookshop. The girl! It has to be her. Races around the corner. "yes, I need them right away. I am in danger. She's armed! Help me," Crowley shouts into the phone after getting the police.

Flashing lights, lit up the sky.

"She just went in there," Crowley, slowly approaches, "I..."

"Are you the owner, sir.?"

"Do I look like I own a bookshop," Crowley shakes his head trying to pretend he was shaking, swallows before answering more, "No my friend does. I...I am scared for him. I saw her earlier and now she's back."

"Stand here we will take it from here."

"I...I need to see if my friend's okay,"

"What you need to do is stand over here. Or we will arrest you too." Officer holds his handcuffs up so Crowley can get the idea.

"For what?" Crowley waves his hands about. "Concern for my friend, come on."

"Sir, we need you to calm down."

"I will when I know my friend's okay."

"And that's what we are doing, now let us do our jobs."

"Fine," snorts Crowley turns and heads to where the officer is pointing.

"I will stand right here but hurry."

Two officers rush the building, with guns in hand.

To be continued...