Part II

Autumn 2069

MA Commonwealth

A chilly wind blew down main street as the two Officers went about their daily beat. New holsters and gear on their hips. Gone were the .32 pistols, though both officers kept them at home, replaced with new shiny 10mm pistols. Naturally, with the change over from the .32 revolver to the 10mm automatic required new ways of holding their ammunition. So the MA Commonwealth funded magazine pouches on its Officer's belts in place of the western style displaying each individual round. Flashlights, night sticks and handcuffs decorated their new snazzy uniforms as the two men walked the length of main street. Turning down alleyways and coming back out on the other side.

"Officer Clavel?" shouted a woman from across the street, "Officer Reed? Can you gentleman stop by here please? I think I've been robbed!" The Woman wore a recently laundered denim dress with her dark hair pinned up.

"Good morning, ma'am," said Reed when they had crossed the street, "You were robbed?"

"Yes," she said, offering her hand "I'm Mrs. Jack O'Connor, my husband is in Anchorage so I watch run the store while he's away."

"Which store is your's ma'am?" Reed asked, writing details in a notebook he had produced.

"I run my husband's clothing store," she said shaking Clavel's hand, "Jack's Trappings?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Clavel, "Can you take us there?"

"Why yes!" she said, "Ill tell you everything I know on the way."

A short walk later Reed and Clavel had learned that she left the store around Six in the evening, locking the door behind her and had gone straight home as she didn't need anything at the store as she did not have any children, yet. When she had returned around Seven this morning she had found her door unlocked, "Which couldn't have been right, I was sure I had locked it last night," inside she at first noted nothing out of the ordinary until she got to the cash register. It had been forcibly, and she made sure Reed wrote down forcibly, opened, "with a crowbar I'm sure of it!" A rack of ties had gone missing as well as a pair of expensive Oxfords, a dress shoe worn by "men of class," she had stated.

Jack's Trappings was a corner store with windows lining the North and East sides, displaying trinkets, hats, and various garbs for upper class men and women. Reed and Clavel immediately noted the broken lock, "Probably forced with a screwdriver and bobby pin" said Clavel before they walked inside.

"Is that how they got in?" Mrs. O'Connor asked "They broke my husbands lock?"

"Probably," said Reed, "We'll know more after we get all the facts, ma'am."

Edgar James Nimoy was not a poor man. He enjoyed long quiet walks at night, concerts with his favorite bands, and going to the library after leaving work at the Red Rocket Station. As manager, he could afford the apartment across the street without issue, as well as plenty of food and the occasional trip to the movies or long ride on his Lone Wanderer.

His apartment wasn't particularly spacious but it was clean. Incredibly clean almost to an obsessive point that he would occasionally ask his friends to take off their shoes before entering as not to track dirt inside. His striped suit, recently dry cleaned lay over the couch in front of his TV. A rack of ties hung from a nearby lamp where Edgar was inspecting them.

He selected a crisp looking blue to go with his striped suit, along with a matching pocket square. He placed the two with the suit before he zipped up his jumpsuit, laced up his sneakers, and left for work