Orin sat on his cot as he looked through old papers and photographs. As Orin rummaged through, he began to feel like a part of him was missing. Don't be foolish Orin, Florentine was just a good friend. "Who am I kidding." He said, "I love her." His crying stopped when he heard a loud knock on the door. He got up and answered the door.
"Hello Thomas."
"Hi Orin, do you mind if I took a look around?"
"Of course not, would you like some tea?"
"Yes please."
Orin went into thekitchen and turned on the water while Thomas was looking around. He could sense something was wrong. He decided it would be best if he kept his eye on Thomas.
"Do you get many cases like these?" Orin inquired.
"All the time, Africa is very dangerous; now, where did you say she was killed?"
"Just twelve miles away from here, we went the same way we always do."
"What happened exactly?"
"Well, I saw something. We stopped to look and see what it was, we were pretty far away at the time but she insisted on getting closer. I stayed behind with the car." Orin paused, it pained him to remember. "Then she was shot." There was a long pause until the whistler started blowing.
"I'll get it." said Thomas. Orin let Thomas go by himself to the kitchen as Orin watched undetected. Once the tea bags were in the drink Orin saw Thomas pull out a bottle and put something in the cup to Thomas left. Orin scurried and sat in at the table.
"It's quite hot." Tomas said as he brought the tea to Orin. Sure enough he gave Orin the cup in his left hand. What is in this he wondered? Quickly Orin had to make a decision.
"Thomas, do you mind getting the sugar out of the drawer, right by the cupboard." When Thomas was out of site Orin swiftly switched their cups.
"Here you go." said Thomas. Orin hated sugar in his tea but he put some in anyway. Thomas watched as Orin took a sip. After making sure that Orin had drank some he relaxed and took a sip himself. The men sat there staring at each other until suddenly Thomas' head hit the table. Orin checked his pulse.
"Shit, He was going to poison me." Orin gasped. I have to get out of here. He quickly packed some belongings and a picture of Florentine. When he was about to leave but he stopped. I might need these he thought reaching over to grab the paper that had the names of Florentines friends. He left, hoping never to return again.