Chapter Six
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"Well, I ordered fifteen cases of, Sauvignon Blanc just like
you asked Gary," Marisa said, " and only five cases
were delivered."
"Yeah...this is the second time in a month," Gary sighed
rubbing his temples, his voice sounding slightly irritated.
The two were at their desks in the office, going over the
books for the month. Marissa had the order book in hand,
Gary, the Paper.
Although reports on the murders seemed to had quieted
down, the neighborshoods in the city were still in an uproar,
thinking that the police department wasn't doing enough to
track down the killer/killers. After the victims had been
murdered, their bodies had been carefully hiddened so
that by the time Gary received the paper reporting the
murders, it would have been to late to do anything about it.
Gary no longer knew about tomorrow's murder... today.
"I can't concentrate," he sighed, leaning back against the
cushion of his chair. A waive of fatigue claimed him for a
moment and he closed his eyes.
"Well, since the papers slow....why don't you go upstairs
and try and get some rest Gary. I can finish up here, we're
almost done anyway." Marisa offered.
Marisa knew the missing cases of wine, were the last thing on
Gary's mind and he was taking the murders much too personal.
After all, there was only so much he could do, and with the
murders being committed in the way they were, it was practically
a lost cause trying to pin point it, unless you were psychic.
"No...I'm just a little tired, that's all." Gary sighed, rubbing his eyes.
At that moment he thought about the woman he had met in the
lobby at the department store. The woman who had for some
reason been spared a horrific death. He thought about the
missed lunch opportunity with her because of the little boy
and the washing machine incident, which was of course his
first priority.
Gary had told Marisa's about that save. How the little boy,
around the age of five or six, had been playing around in
the laundry room of an apartment building where he lived
with his mother. Apparently his mother began talking
with a neighbor right outside
the laundry room when the little boy dropped his toy car
into the washer just as the spin cycle was about to begin.
He had already lifted the lid, climbed on top of the machine,
and was about to reach inside when an out of breath Gary
rounded the corner of the laundry room just in time to snatch the
little boy away from basket that had began spinning at a deathly
rate of speed. It was an old machine like most of the machines in
the old building and was in great need of repair.
After some creative explaining Gary was able to convince the irate
mother that he had just saved her little boy from losing an arm, and
possibly his life The young mother gasped when she saw the toy
car in the washer. Although puzzled how Gary knew about the
near mishap, she was crying and thanking him all the way to his
car.
His thoughts reverted back to the woman he had met that
day at the department store and how she had helped him
collect his Paper. He had wanted to ask her back to
Mcginty's for lunch but, because of the urgency of the little
boy, he ended up giving her directions to a quaint
little restaurant just around the corner from where they
were.....away from the danger of the railroad tracks.
"Mr Hobson?" Tom, one of the bartenders was peeking
his head in the doorway of the office.
His thoughts broken, Gary looked up. "Yeah?"
"You have a visitor. A detective...Brigatti?"
Surprised, Gary glanced over at Marisa.
"Brigatti," he whispered.
"Humm. Wonder what she wants." Marisa murmured under her
breath as she continued with her paper work. Gary could detect
a hint of irritation in her voice and he glanced over at her
and smiled. He wasn't sure how Marisa felt about Brigatti.
To be continued.................................
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"Well, I ordered fifteen cases of, Sauvignon Blanc just like
you asked Gary," Marisa said, " and only five cases
were delivered."
"Yeah...this is the second time in a month," Gary sighed
rubbing his temples, his voice sounding slightly irritated.
The two were at their desks in the office, going over the
books for the month. Marissa had the order book in hand,
Gary, the Paper.
Although reports on the murders seemed to had quieted
down, the neighborshoods in the city were still in an uproar,
thinking that the police department wasn't doing enough to
track down the killer/killers. After the victims had been
murdered, their bodies had been carefully hiddened so
that by the time Gary received the paper reporting the
murders, it would have been to late to do anything about it.
Gary no longer knew about tomorrow's murder... today.
"I can't concentrate," he sighed, leaning back against the
cushion of his chair. A waive of fatigue claimed him for a
moment and he closed his eyes.
"Well, since the papers slow....why don't you go upstairs
and try and get some rest Gary. I can finish up here, we're
almost done anyway." Marisa offered.
Marisa knew the missing cases of wine, were the last thing on
Gary's mind and he was taking the murders much too personal.
After all, there was only so much he could do, and with the
murders being committed in the way they were, it was practically
a lost cause trying to pin point it, unless you were psychic.
"No...I'm just a little tired, that's all." Gary sighed, rubbing his eyes.
At that moment he thought about the woman he had met in the
lobby at the department store. The woman who had for some
reason been spared a horrific death. He thought about the
missed lunch opportunity with her because of the little boy
and the washing machine incident, which was of course his
first priority.
Gary had told Marisa's about that save. How the little boy,
around the age of five or six, had been playing around in
the laundry room of an apartment building where he lived
with his mother. Apparently his mother began talking
with a neighbor right outside
the laundry room when the little boy dropped his toy car
into the washer just as the spin cycle was about to begin.
He had already lifted the lid, climbed on top of the machine,
and was about to reach inside when an out of breath Gary
rounded the corner of the laundry room just in time to snatch the
little boy away from basket that had began spinning at a deathly
rate of speed. It was an old machine like most of the machines in
the old building and was in great need of repair.
After some creative explaining Gary was able to convince the irate
mother that he had just saved her little boy from losing an arm, and
possibly his life The young mother gasped when she saw the toy
car in the washer. Although puzzled how Gary knew about the
near mishap, she was crying and thanking him all the way to his
car.
His thoughts reverted back to the woman he had met that
day at the department store and how she had helped him
collect his Paper. He had wanted to ask her back to
Mcginty's for lunch but, because of the urgency of the little
boy, he ended up giving her directions to a quaint
little restaurant just around the corner from where they
were.....away from the danger of the railroad tracks.
"Mr Hobson?" Tom, one of the bartenders was peeking
his head in the doorway of the office.
His thoughts broken, Gary looked up. "Yeah?"
"You have a visitor. A detective...Brigatti?"
Surprised, Gary glanced over at Marisa.
"Brigatti," he whispered.
"Humm. Wonder what she wants." Marisa murmured under her
breath as she continued with her paper work. Gary could detect
a hint of irritation in her voice and he glanced over at her
and smiled. He wasn't sure how Marisa felt about Brigatti.
To be continued.................................