Chapter 2

Despite the recent murder, the new captain, Captain Jones was able to grant the two witnesses the weekend off. Instead of searching the town for clues, the pair decided to spend their Saturday night drowning themselves in alcohol and cheap food. The Flying Goose was their favorite bar in town. It had good drinks, pool, and of course karaoke. Abbie wore dark blue jeans, tight red top, and black boots. While Ichabod was wearing a newly acquired grey 18th century style jacket. The pair sat at the bar and began looking through the menu.

"I'm quiet famished Ms. Mills. Tonight I think will sample the chili cheese fries," Ichabod said proudly.

"Wow, you're getting bold," Abbie teased.

"And for a drink, I will have a martini. Shaken, not stirred," he said.

A huge smile flashed across Abbie's face. "When did you become a James Bond fan?"

"I find him to be quite heroic, plus women seem to fawn over him," he replied.

The bar tender approached the pair to take their order. "I'll have the bacon cheeseburger and a margarita. He'll have chili cheese fries and a martini," Abbie said.

Ichabod turned to Abbie and asked, "When will we have a cause of death for our victim?"

"Monday, maybe Tuesday. The toxicology report came back positive for high amounts of alcohol in the victim's blood," Abbie said.

"The man was intoxicated when he was driving an automobile," Ichabod shouted.

Abbie nodded. "Seems that way. But the car didn't crash, it was just found in a ditch. Maybe he had a heart attack; he had no major injuries from what I could-"

Their conversation was interrupted by a light tap on the shoulder. Abbie quickly turned around. "Hello Abbie," Henri said.

"Henri! What a surprise seeing you here. I'd like you meet my friend and partner Ichabod Crane," Abbie said.

Abbie would be lying if she said she wasn't happy to see him again. There he was, standing in her favorite bar. He looked amazing in his black leather jacket and dark blue jeans.

Henri and Ichabod politely shook hands. "Henri DuPont. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you."

Ichabod raised an eyebrow. "You've heard of me? What have you heard?"

Henri laughed, "Please don't misunderstand me. I've only heard good things. After all, you're Sleepy Hollow's resident time traveler. You're practically famous."

Ichabod gave Abbie a sly look. "Mr. DuPont, you're accent, I can't place it. Where are you from?"

"My family is French," he replied. Henri took a seat at the bar, next to Abbie. "Bartender, I'll have a Bloody Mary please."

Abbie turned to Henri and asked, "If you don't mind, I have a couple of questions to ask you. There was a dead man found late Thursday night, about 10 miles from where you saved me. Did you notice anything strange that night?"

Henri shook his head. "I just heard about it on the news. To answer your question, no I didn't see or hear anything."

The bartender brought out the drinks and food. "Mr. DuPont may we have your telephone number? In case we have any further questions for you," Ichabod asked.

"Of course," he replied as he scribbled his number on a napkin. "Abbie, this is for you. Feel free to call me whenever you like. Maybe we could have dinner sometime."

If looks could kill Henri would be 6 feet under. Ichabod didn't like this guy. The way he spoke, the way he flirted with Abbie, and his looks all bothered Ichabod.

Henri could tell Ichabod was frustrated by his presence. "Well, I didn't mean to intrude on your night out, I only came over to introduce myself," Henri said.

"You're not intruding Henri. After we finish eating we're going to do karaoke. You're welcome to join us," Abbie said.

Henri smiled and tossed back his Bloody Mary. "I'm sorry but I have to decline. I have a lot of business to take care of tonight. Take care of yourself Abbie, and try not to get hit by a car tonight. And I look forward to talking with you again Ichabod," he said as he rose from the chair.

Ichabod nodded, "Goodnight Mr. DuPont."

Abbie couldn't help but to look back as Henri made his way out the building. "He's sweet," she said.

Ichabod scoffed. "Him, sweet? Ms. Mills I'll have you know that I have come across several men like him in my past. He presents himself as a gentleman, however he is a fraud. What business could he be taking care of at night anyway? Besides deceiving innocent women!"

Abbie sipped her margarita. "Crane, could you be any more dramatic? I think he's nice, and he might be helpful to our case. Just give him a chance"

"We shall see," Ichabod said as he picked up a fry.

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