I left my office for a lunch stand on the street, wondering if I locked my office door or not, I passed a woman I didn't know. Did I? She looked at me with dead eyes. Maybe it was my own, as I was concerned about other things than food. I haven't seen that look in a while. At least not on other people... I admitted to myself. In the mass of the crowd I could tell that when our eyes met she felt vulnerable. So did I, even though I didn't feel physically at risk. That's what the Webley was for, or at least I'd like to think that's what it's for. Or is it Walther? Whatever. As soon as our lock fixed, she moved in another direction, as did I. A ballet of kites, flanking each other, hoping the other would not look back. I was fascinated by the reaction, as this place seems dead most of the time. I don't even think the sun exists here, if it does, it's probably fake anyhow. And they'll send someone to investigate, won't they?
I tried not to think about it. I tried to get back to my client's case, more or less about financial fraud between man's wife and CFO in his company. The primary question was to address whether or not he was going to be framed for company embezzlement, and it was more or less my job to see if his wife was on board with framing him. I doubted there was a sexual relationship between the CFO and the man's wife, as clearly her history told me that she was a closet lesbian with some political ties to local socialist party. No surprise that most of the commies' members were socialites.
I tried not to think about it. I tried to get back to my client's case, more or less about financial fraud between man's wife and CFO in his company. The primary question was to address whether or not he was going to be framed for company embezzlement, and it was more or less my job to see if his wife was on board with framing him. I doubted there was a sexual relationship between the CFO and the man's wife, as clearly her history told me that she was a closet lesbian with some political ties to local socialist party. No surprise that most of the commies' members were socialites.
"8 dollars."
I thought the point in going to food stands was to save money? I really need to buy a mini-fridge for the office. I handed over a ten.
Sitting down I thought about that kite. The hawkish eyes, so solemn, so dead.
Sitting down I thought about that kite. The hawkish eyes, so solemn, so dead.
Dead eyes, are you just like me?
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| "Not even dense smoke could cloud my thoughts." |
Maybe you're dead, and that's why they look that way. I nodded my head at my own mental commentary and shrugged. What else could I have done? I was growing frustrated with desires to avoid work and investigate more important things. Maybe if I was back on the force, it would be different? Maybe if you were marr... No, that wouldn't change anything. Would it? I doubt it. I'd still want to investigate things. And that's why it's your job now. And yet even if I was attached, I could never come home and talk about my day, "Hi honey. I'm fine... Oh today? I've got a case where a man caught his wife cheating, and when he returned home after leaving, she was murdered. He's being accused of the murder, but I've been hired on as a consultant to see whether or not it's true. How was your day?"
That wouldn't work. What would? I didn't know. So I sat in the rain on a bench near the gnats and pigeons trying to avoid these thoughts. Not even dense smoke could cloud my thoughts. I don't know how long I sat on that bench thinking about those eyes before I went back to my office.
That wouldn't work. What would? I didn't know. So I sat in the rain on a bench near the gnats and pigeons trying to avoid these thoughts. Not even dense smoke could cloud my thoughts. I don't know how long I sat on that bench thinking about those eyes before I went back to my office.
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