“I am.” He began the trek through the small yard. Brian was wide awake now and keyed up. He had serious doubts about his chances of sleep once he hit the pillow again, which meant he’d probably nod off of the stool at his day job. He gestured towards the van parked at the curb and opened the passenger door for Melody. Sometimes it stuck. Then he went around to his side and leaned in to start up the heat. “Be right back.”
He jogged across the road and leaned into Wilt’s open window.
“Who the hell is that?” the Detective asked.
Brian shrugged. “A girl. She wandered up and started asking questions. I’m giving her a ride to the gas station.”
The detective nodded vaguely, his curiosity sated. “You get anything?”
“Tall kid, sixteen or seventeen, Latino. They were messing around. She probably tried to cut him off. What was she, a teacher or something?” He scrubbed at his nose, the tip of which had gone numb.
“Something like that,” said Wilt. He reached into his dashboard and handed Brian a roll of bills. “We good?”
Leave it to the detective to get vague when Brian was the one asking for information. “Yeah.” Brian rapped his knuckles on the car door. “We’re good. Dick,” he muttered as he turned and headed for his own vehicle.
He climbed inside next to Melody and shut the door. "So what were you doing out here anyway?"
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-19 02:14 am (UTC)He jogged across the road and leaned into Wilt’s open window.
“Who the hell is that?” the Detective asked.
Brian shrugged. “A girl. She wandered up and started asking questions. I’m giving her a ride to the gas station.”
The detective nodded vaguely, his curiosity sated. “You get anything?”
“Tall kid, sixteen or seventeen, Latino. They were messing around. She probably tried to cut him off. What was she, a teacher or something?” He scrubbed at his nose, the tip of which had gone numb.
“Something like that,” said Wilt. He reached into his dashboard and handed Brian a roll of bills. “We good?”
Leave it to the detective to get vague when Brian was the one asking for information. “Yeah.” Brian rapped his knuckles on the car door. “We’re good. Dick,” he muttered as he turned and headed for his own vehicle.
He climbed inside next to Melody and shut the door. "So what were you doing out here anyway?"