I’m back home and this story has been sitting on a back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written.
The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I’m not very good at prioritizing.
But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn’t take long to get back into the groove.
Chasing leads, maybe
Sometimes the best-laid plans worked out, but today it was as if the Gods were trying to ruin my day. Earlier days this week had been getting darkish between three and four, but today it was a little later.
It meant we had to spend a little more quality time together before we embarked on some breaking and entering.
Of course, it might have helped if I’d told her what I was intending to do before I brought her along for the ride, but it was exactly for that reason I did because if she didn’t like the idea, there would be little option to change he mind.
But the initial displeasure was expected.
“Breaking and entering is not exactly how I envisioned my first few days on the job market.”
“You learned all of the requisite skills in training. I know, I was your partner in crime more than once.”
And that was a question I had once told myself I’d ask her if I ever ran into her again outside of work.
Which I did now. “Why was that?”
At a guess, it had to be because I knew what I was doing whereas the other men were more like blunt instruments. They’d taught us the finesse in breaking into a wide variety of entrances, but they seemed to like and use bashing the door in.
“I knew I had a better chance of success if I stuck with you.”
“What about Yolanda?”
She was another woman I had put into the same category as Jennifer, she was possessed of a calm demeanor in a crisis, and actually took the time to lean the subtitles of her tradecraft. I had been disappointed when she didn’t make the final cut, though I suspect there was more to her ‘failing’ than met the eye.
And, I never got to find out the real reason.
I had liked her and had thought the feelings were mutual, but after she left, I’d not heard from her again. I guess I could have tried to reach out, and might still do if this ever came to an end where I didn’t finish up dead.
“She was never going to stick the distance. I got the impression she wasn’t happy about one of the others making life uncomfortable for her.”
“Student or instructor?”
Interesting she should say that because I had thought there was something going on between her and Maury, and when I asked her she didn’t deign to answer.
“Both. She considered it was best just to leave.”
Which apparently, she did.
But, back to our current problem. “All I need you to do is have my back. I’ll go in, see if he is there, or anyone else, and if the coast is clear, we’ll search the place and leave. No need to be there one second longer than we have to be.”
But I will; be disappointed if the USB is not there.
“That means we have about an hour to kill,” she said.
Which is why I decided to stop off at a traditional English pub and have an early dinner of bangers and mash. I was not sure why it just appealed to me. I’d feel so much better breaking in with a full stomach.
And a mobile phone with the sound turned off.
© Charles Heath 2020