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jawsh.mccullaugh.com -- Faster we arrive, but longer that I
thought. Make sense out of that.
The Bad Guy
Part 4: Day 2 or Who would have guessed we would get this far this fast?
The next day at work I sat down at my
desk. Of course, in order to do this I had to get to my desk by
entering the office door. Then, I had to go over to my desk,
which was at the opposite side of the office and sit in the
chair. Ah, yes: the chair. The nice shade of faded red let
me know that the chair was old and worn. Worn in
from all the sitting that was done in it and the comfort that it
brought. The nice relaxation that a nice ol' trusty chair can
bring. I love this chair. It's a good chair. A nice
good chair to get work done in.
Work! Right, that's something that I needed to
get to. Sitting there at the nice Maple desk, I began to go over
my notes. Obviously, this guy was trouble. I mean, why else
would he run at the sight of me? But then again, why does
everyone run at the sight of me? I mean, I'm not that ugly, am
I? And speaking of ugly...
Why was he concealing something in a paper
bag? Was that something ugly? I mean, what would he have to
hide? It must have been something bad. Maybe even something
illegal. Like, an eagle. No, that's stupid. You
couldn't fit an eagle into a bag. Unless...
Maybe he was hiding eagle meat. I wonder if
eagle meat tastes good. I guess I'll never know since it's
illegal. Or at least, I think it's illegal. I probably
shouldn't be discussing this. But it's important to the case; so,
maybe I shouldn't be leaving any of this out. Maybe I'll research
the taste of it somehow to see if it's good so that I can know if he's
trying to hide eagle meat or not.
The thing that bugs me about this whole situation is
that all we know is that he's carrying a paper bag. Not that
there's any thing wrong with paper bags. I mean, paper bags are
quite cool. I like carrying food in paper bags. I like
getting food in paper bags. And that's what gets me. Yes,
something thinks that I am food, and it will get me from the grocery
store. I like going to the grocery store. It's a good place
to shop for food. I got some ketchup there.
Knock, Knock.
Another knock at the door, just like yesterday. People knocking
at the door for two days in a row. This whole thing must be
catching on. I think that I'm getting to be quite popular, people
coming into my office for two days in a row. Why, yes. I'm
becoming quite the man, it seems. I wonder who it could be this
time.
"Come on in," I said, quite casually.
"Hey, um... uh..." It was Ann.
"Hey, Ann, do you know if Eagle meat is good?"
I asked. She looked at me rather confused. People do that
quite a bit. I didn't think that I was that confusing of a
person. I mean, I just say what's on my mind and roll with
it. If I'm only saying what's on my mind, it can't be that
confusing can it? It's not like I think very complicated
thoughts. Back in junior high, my teacher told me I wouldn't get
anywhere in life cause I'm too stupid. So, that being the case, I
don't understand why people should be so confused at what I say.
I mean, I'm just a simple man. Just a simple man who's chasing
after a guy with a paper bag. And I don't even know why I'm doing
it. But I got this far and I'm not going to stop. It could
be my only chance of getting anywhere in life. I'm sorry, just
had to get that off my chest. Now, what was I saying? Oh,
yes.
"Eagle meat? Isn't that like, illegal?" Ann
inquired. "Also, why are you calling me Ann?"
"You told me it was your name," I said. I'm
sure she said that.
"What? That's not the... Oh... right.
That. You're pretty funny, but you concern me just a
little." People are always saying that to me too. What is
so concerning about me? Can somebody please tell me?
"Anyway," she continued, "I just thought I'd give
this to you." It was a briefcase catalog. Why would I need
one of these? "Turn to page 44," she said. So to page 44 I
turn. I'm still not sure what this is about. Why would I
need a briefc... Oh, yeah. Man, if I could get a nice
leather one that's kinda like a light brown with a nice red
handle. Now, that would be the case to have.
So here I am, looking at the briefcase catalog, page
44. I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to be looking at, but
then, there it is. The case. With brass latches, a light
brown leather, and a dark red handle. On the inside was a
business card holder, and a nice fan file for storing documents.
Yes, this was the case. I just had to get this one.
"So, where can I find this case?" I asked.
"It's at Levinburgs on Holster Ave."
"Cool," I said. "Is there anything else?"
"Well, I'm starting to wonder if he's hiding any
sort of important documents," Ann answered, "but other than that, I
don't know. Well, I'd better be off."
"I think I'll be off too," I exclaimed as I put on
my coat and hat, and set off to Levinburgs on Holster Ave.
Read Part 3 or
go on to Part 5.
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