Part 15
My Funny Valentine
"Sweet, Comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart. Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, but you are my favourite work of Art..."
The song goes pleasantly through my ears, as I listen to the deep baritone voice. Its dreamy in a way. I wonder if Eberts knows someone has put some of his music online. Its a track from a Cd they released. I never knew Eberts could sing so well, it almost makes me cry.And I just finished downloading it. Finding out all these things about him is strange, because he is the lost soul I used to dream about in college. The artist, who somewhat an outcast in some fringes of society, would understand a woman who is shunned by a lot of males because she has so many talents. Has he really been under my nose since I have been at the agency, and I never noticed. It has been so long since I discarded that dream, never having found my lost soul, but Eberts, he seems to be everthing I use to dream for, well on paper at least. I feel like crying again, and I have been making him feel uncomfotable, messing with him a little, so, as to confuse him on to where we stand. Maybe I should try to be friends with him, instead of ignore him. Oh what am I saying, its like a company policy to ignore him. I sigh deeply.
I hear someone coming up behind me. I draw out my gun. "No need for that, Alex." I hear a british voice say behind me.
It's the Keeper, good. I put my gun away. "Sorry about that I always have to be prepared."
As I say that I hear, "..Each day will be Valentine's day, and a saxophone closing out the song."
"That's okay," she glances at the computer, "who was that singing?"
"Eberts." I tell her, and her eyes widen with suprise.
"He has a good voice, I didn't know he still sang." I glance at her curiously. She seems to be remembering something.
"What, you knew he could sing?" I turn my eyes to the phone, no one there yet.
She sits besides me. "We went to high school, we didn't talk much, but we were on the debate team, and in glee club together. At our senior talent show, he suprised every one with a very spirited rendition of "In the year 2525."
The song starts playing in my head, I love that song. "I thought he was a jazz singer, in the articles I found it only talks about jazz songs."
Claire shrugs, "I don't know, I do remember him always trying to get Mr. Marchino, the glee club instructor, to get us to sing all sorts of songs, some were jazz, but some were also sixties rock, and other songs. Maybe he just sings Jazz now though."
I shrug. I look at my watch, forty five more minutes. I hope he does just sing Jazz now, I have no time to be having petty school girl daydreams, about Eberts, especially when we are suppose to be rescuing him. I don't think I am his type anyway, he probably dates librarians.Maybe I am misjudging him.I hope that lady hasn't hurt him, we do not need any hurt agents, and I also wish he wasn't hurt, so when we get him out, he is able to help us with getting out of there. I do not think he, like most men, would like it if two women came to save him. Maybe I am wrong? I don't know, this is such a confusing situation, and neither of us really know what to expect. We can only expect the worse I guess.
"Alex?"
I turn towards Claire. "Yes?"
"I am very unsure about this mission, how can we think of a sound plan to save Eberts, when we know so little about him."
"I was thinking the same thing, I don't have a clue. Maybe we should call some more of the people I have found who know him. Maybe they can give us some clues." I say, I show her the small list of names I was able to find, the rest of his friends, if there really are more, can't be traced through this search.
She reads the list."Lionel Eberts, isn't he one of those ambulance chasing lawyers , always on tv?" She says, looking up.
I nod.I had forgotten to list how they were related "His brother. I haven't been able to get a hold of anyone on this list, except one of his house mates Benjamin Roberts, but he was paged out, and had to run before he actually told me anything."
"Oh?"
"Well we have forty four minutes left, I'll try the lawyer, and you can try .." she glances at the list. "Have you tried Charlotte Eberts?"
"I don't know if I should, that is his mother. She is at a rehablitating center though, experiencing treatment for Melanoma. I am not sure if I should bring this news to her yet." I say, sweeping my auburn hair off my shoulder, and putting it in a ponytail.
"Probably would be best to let her have some peace then. Check on her near last." Claire answers reassuringly.
"I will try his sister, again." I tell her. She nods
I pray his siblings are there, and can help us a bit.
My Funny Valentine
"Sweet, Comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart. Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, but you are my favourite work of Art..."
The song goes pleasantly through my ears, as I listen to the deep baritone voice. Its dreamy in a way. I wonder if Eberts knows someone has put some of his music online. Its a track from a Cd they released. I never knew Eberts could sing so well, it almost makes me cry.And I just finished downloading it. Finding out all these things about him is strange, because he is the lost soul I used to dream about in college. The artist, who somewhat an outcast in some fringes of society, would understand a woman who is shunned by a lot of males because she has so many talents. Has he really been under my nose since I have been at the agency, and I never noticed. It has been so long since I discarded that dream, never having found my lost soul, but Eberts, he seems to be everthing I use to dream for, well on paper at least. I feel like crying again, and I have been making him feel uncomfotable, messing with him a little, so, as to confuse him on to where we stand. Maybe I should try to be friends with him, instead of ignore him. Oh what am I saying, its like a company policy to ignore him. I sigh deeply.
I hear someone coming up behind me. I draw out my gun. "No need for that, Alex." I hear a british voice say behind me.
It's the Keeper, good. I put my gun away. "Sorry about that I always have to be prepared."
As I say that I hear, "..Each day will be Valentine's day, and a saxophone closing out the song."
"That's okay," she glances at the computer, "who was that singing?"
"Eberts." I tell her, and her eyes widen with suprise.
"He has a good voice, I didn't know he still sang." I glance at her curiously. She seems to be remembering something.
"What, you knew he could sing?" I turn my eyes to the phone, no one there yet.
She sits besides me. "We went to high school, we didn't talk much, but we were on the debate team, and in glee club together. At our senior talent show, he suprised every one with a very spirited rendition of "In the year 2525."
The song starts playing in my head, I love that song. "I thought he was a jazz singer, in the articles I found it only talks about jazz songs."
Claire shrugs, "I don't know, I do remember him always trying to get Mr. Marchino, the glee club instructor, to get us to sing all sorts of songs, some were jazz, but some were also sixties rock, and other songs. Maybe he just sings Jazz now though."
I shrug. I look at my watch, forty five more minutes. I hope he does just sing Jazz now, I have no time to be having petty school girl daydreams, about Eberts, especially when we are suppose to be rescuing him. I don't think I am his type anyway, he probably dates librarians.Maybe I am misjudging him.I hope that lady hasn't hurt him, we do not need any hurt agents, and I also wish he wasn't hurt, so when we get him out, he is able to help us with getting out of there. I do not think he, like most men, would like it if two women came to save him. Maybe I am wrong? I don't know, this is such a confusing situation, and neither of us really know what to expect. We can only expect the worse I guess.
"Alex?"
I turn towards Claire. "Yes?"
"I am very unsure about this mission, how can we think of a sound plan to save Eberts, when we know so little about him."
"I was thinking the same thing, I don't have a clue. Maybe we should call some more of the people I have found who know him. Maybe they can give us some clues." I say, I show her the small list of names I was able to find, the rest of his friends, if there really are more, can't be traced through this search.
She reads the list."Lionel Eberts, isn't he one of those ambulance chasing lawyers , always on tv?" She says, looking up.
I nod.I had forgotten to list how they were related "His brother. I haven't been able to get a hold of anyone on this list, except one of his house mates Benjamin Roberts, but he was paged out, and had to run before he actually told me anything."
"Oh?"
"Well we have forty four minutes left, I'll try the lawyer, and you can try .." she glances at the list. "Have you tried Charlotte Eberts?"
"I don't know if I should, that is his mother. She is at a rehablitating center though, experiencing treatment for Melanoma. I am not sure if I should bring this news to her yet." I say, sweeping my auburn hair off my shoulder, and putting it in a ponytail.
"Probably would be best to let her have some peace then. Check on her near last." Claire answers reassuringly.
"I will try his sister, again." I tell her. She nods
I pray his siblings are there, and can help us a bit.