The Awful Truth
I went in front of the pub and just before I went in, for a
Heart stopping moment, I was sure I saw Frank loitering
Around a fair bit down the street, glaring at the pub and me
since I happened to be in front of it. I just smirked then went
into the pub. Almost everyone looked up and knew me by now
enough to greet me, "Hey, Sara!"
I smiled and waved to everyone. Annie asked me about why
I've not gone back to America yet. I told them that my family
Had money come in from something I made, then sold. It was
with a small part of this money that I was able to stay here at
least a few more days, and that I talked it over with my family
and they said they would let me know if I am needed back home
right away.
This sat very well with them and so I migrated to a lone table under
the guise of where I'd want to sightsee at during the rest of my vacation.
I knew it was cheating, what I was about to do, but I was curious about
the others. I activated my thoughtread, that I only could use when in my
special situation. Even then, only immediate fleeting thoughts could be
looked into, not deep private ones. I started staring at the back of Gene
Hunt, thankful he was drinking and not knowing I was staring at him.
What a strange bird He thought as he gulped out of his glass. She's
alright though. He added, unconscientiously giving a small shrug to go
with it.
I then focused on Sam, whose fleeting thoughts indicated that today he
was in a fairly positive mood. I scanned the pub for Ray, but didn't see
him, so I tried to focus on Annie, but she was surrounded by too many
people and I definitely would have wigged them out if I was caught
staring at anyone. The door to the pub opened and a man strode in.
Instantly, it was like the place froze, for the man standing, looking at
them all, with some ratty piece of cloth in their hands was Frank
Morgan! I focused onto him. There is Gene and Sam, I wonder how
I can mess them up this time. was his thought.
I had the overwhelming urge to dart out of the backdoor, but then Frank
would have noticied me for sure. Nelson, while he was still bustling around
taking orders, looked spooked by Frank. Sam leapt out of the chair he was in,
all jovial attitude gone. He stood right in Frank's path defiantly.
"What do you want?" Sam's voice was clipped and cold.
"I am merely saying condolences for the dearly departed Ray Carling-"
I was to my feet before I could stop myself. "That's bull," I spat out
As I was closing the distance between Frank, Sam, and I. Frank
stared me down. I felt Sam grip my shoulder. "Sara," he began sternly.
"You want proof?" Frank began, incensed, "Fine, you shall have proof!"
With this heated statement, he threw the bundle onto the floor of the pub.
People squealed as it was revealed to be a man's shirt, ripped and
Bloody! I could see that it looked like one of Ray's shirts!
After a heart-stopping moment, Frank gave us one last mean glare before
storming out of the pub.
"I still think it's bull," I began, trying to ease of my morbid thoughts of
Ray laying dead somewhere, murdered. Ray was too tough, there'd be
No way he'd let a pencil pusher like Frank Morgan do him in! "Proof
He called it? He could have stole Ray's shirt!" I saw Annie looking
Sullen at her table. "but he also could have bought a shirt like Ray's,"
After awhile, I heard Gene reply, "I have to agree with her."
I went to the door, totally steamed at Frank. "If he's hurt Ray-"
Sara, don't face him." Sam warned again.
"Don't worry," I began. "I won't run into Frank." I added as I left the pub.
But before I popped out of it, I was thinking that I might not be able to face
Frank, but if I ran into anyone working for him, it was open season!