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did the show would still be running. I'm just an obsessed fan with lots,
and lots of time on her hands.
An Accident of Trust
Written By: Felicity Poole
A Quiet Obsession
Prologue
With an exasperated sigh Marion Crumb rolled his chair over to the filing cabinet behind him quickly searching through a large section of papers for the files he desired. Finding a folder that was stuffed beyond capacity and worn around the edges he quickly pulled it out knowing fully well it was the one in which he was searching. The smudged tab was so faded you almost couldn't read the name on it, but still lightly scratched in blue ink was written Gary Hobson. Upon opening it a mess of papers slid out onto his desk, they were case reports, personal notes and observations, photographs and testimonies 3 years worth to be exact. The folder had been created for Crumbs own personal use, made from his own curiosity though many times he had to admit he didn't really know if he wanted to know Hobson's secrets. There were so many cases involving the man Crumb had almost begun to forget just how many had actually piled up until his eyes skimmed over the titles of each page. Bombs, burglaries, kidnappings, and car thefts, hostage situations, Assassinations, mobs, and fires you name a bad situation that could happen and Hobson had been in it. How the heck could one Man find himself in so much trouble? Picking up a stack of photographs Crumb looked at each one. There was a freeze frame from off a security camera in a bank where Gary had talked a desperate man out of his gun. Another was a photograph that he himself had taken when he was on a stake-out. It was of Hobson after he had tackled a mugger and was returning and elderly woman's purse. Another security scan showed him preventing what could have been a deadly convenient store robbery, and of coarse there was a shot taken by a local photographer where Hobson had convinced a suicide jumper to come down from off a ledge twenty stories high. In another print taken buy a local reporter who had printed it with their story Gary stood handing a mother her 8 year old boy. The only thing identifying the situation was the remains of the small bike in the street its frame twisted beneath a red sports car. The most impacting in his opinion though was the one he now grasped in his hand. Hobson held a little girl no older than three tightly to his chest both of them blackened by the ash that clung to their bodies. He was carrying her out of the burning building that sat behind them. Tear tracks were clearly visible down the girl's cheeks as the child held tightly to her rescuers neck. This story had been told to him by a firefighter, in fact his statement lay on the desk before him. The building had been proclaimed clear when Hobson arrived, and his shouts of a child being inside were ignored as he was forced to the sidelines. A moment later he broke their defenses running full force through the burning door frame several firefighters in tow. 'What a nut' Crumb thought 'but a brave nut.'
These files stood for only a small portion of the events in which the bartender had been in that was something he couldn't prove just something he felt like he knew. How could a man know that something was going to happen before it happened? It was a question that had driven several people within his precinct crazy himself included of course. "Gary Hobson" the Detective murmured flipping over a few more reports "What is your secret?" Shutting the folder he sighed, then noticed one article that still lay out. Picking it up he looked at the insignificant picture, or was it? A man standing on a street corner looking intently at his newspaper a small orange cat sitting almost hidden in the background looking up at him. Crumb tossed the photo carelessly in with the rest, leaning back lazily in his chair his mind in deep thought.
Sometimes the answers you seek may lie closer to you than you ever imagined possible, and maybe they're in the most obvious of places right within your view.
Continued...
An Accident of Trust
Written By: Felicity Poole
A Quiet Obsession
Prologue
With an exasperated sigh Marion Crumb rolled his chair over to the filing cabinet behind him quickly searching through a large section of papers for the files he desired. Finding a folder that was stuffed beyond capacity and worn around the edges he quickly pulled it out knowing fully well it was the one in which he was searching. The smudged tab was so faded you almost couldn't read the name on it, but still lightly scratched in blue ink was written Gary Hobson. Upon opening it a mess of papers slid out onto his desk, they were case reports, personal notes and observations, photographs and testimonies 3 years worth to be exact. The folder had been created for Crumbs own personal use, made from his own curiosity though many times he had to admit he didn't really know if he wanted to know Hobson's secrets. There were so many cases involving the man Crumb had almost begun to forget just how many had actually piled up until his eyes skimmed over the titles of each page. Bombs, burglaries, kidnappings, and car thefts, hostage situations, Assassinations, mobs, and fires you name a bad situation that could happen and Hobson had been in it. How the heck could one Man find himself in so much trouble? Picking up a stack of photographs Crumb looked at each one. There was a freeze frame from off a security camera in a bank where Gary had talked a desperate man out of his gun. Another was a photograph that he himself had taken when he was on a stake-out. It was of Hobson after he had tackled a mugger and was returning and elderly woman's purse. Another security scan showed him preventing what could have been a deadly convenient store robbery, and of coarse there was a shot taken by a local photographer where Hobson had convinced a suicide jumper to come down from off a ledge twenty stories high. In another print taken buy a local reporter who had printed it with their story Gary stood handing a mother her 8 year old boy. The only thing identifying the situation was the remains of the small bike in the street its frame twisted beneath a red sports car. The most impacting in his opinion though was the one he now grasped in his hand. Hobson held a little girl no older than three tightly to his chest both of them blackened by the ash that clung to their bodies. He was carrying her out of the burning building that sat behind them. Tear tracks were clearly visible down the girl's cheeks as the child held tightly to her rescuers neck. This story had been told to him by a firefighter, in fact his statement lay on the desk before him. The building had been proclaimed clear when Hobson arrived, and his shouts of a child being inside were ignored as he was forced to the sidelines. A moment later he broke their defenses running full force through the burning door frame several firefighters in tow. 'What a nut' Crumb thought 'but a brave nut.'
These files stood for only a small portion of the events in which the bartender had been in that was something he couldn't prove just something he felt like he knew. How could a man know that something was going to happen before it happened? It was a question that had driven several people within his precinct crazy himself included of course. "Gary Hobson" the Detective murmured flipping over a few more reports "What is your secret?" Shutting the folder he sighed, then noticed one article that still lay out. Picking it up he looked at the insignificant picture, or was it? A man standing on a street corner looking intently at his newspaper a small orange cat sitting almost hidden in the background looking up at him. Crumb tossed the photo carelessly in with the rest, leaning back lazily in his chair his mind in deep thought.
Sometimes the answers you seek may lie closer to you than you ever imagined possible, and maybe they're in the most obvious of places right within your view.
Continued...