picked up her cell phone and hit a few keys; it rang on the other end and a male voice answered. "You got him?"
"Yes... I am tailing him now," she said. "I delivered the note; he didn't seem to know what it meant, or maybe he doesn't want to know, but that will come in time."
"Okay...find out where he's staying, and then come back to base...we will need to debrief you ASAP!"
She shut the cell, and then returned it into a small black purse. This was going to be a long night.
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THE JUICY CHEESEBURGER DRIPPED sauce down the
front of Kirk's blue T-shirt, and he cursed as he wiped it up with a napkin. The car swerved as Kirk tried to hold onto the burger and clean up the mess at the same time.
SWEET
DREAMS
95
"Aw man...this is my favorite shirt!" The cleaning job was only making the stain worse. It was hard to get a shirt to fit these days, with his abs turning into a one-pack as his once sweet six-pack was now merging into itself. Kirk used to be a gym rat but then life, marriage and, well there was no excuse that made it past , lame . Now he had a beer belly that was threatening to overflow his belt.
The road turned to the right just like the pictures he had printed off from the e-mail Mooch sent him. He wanted to see the old run down mill from himself. He didn't imagine he would find anything more than dusty tire tracks but it was all a part of being a detective.
He could see the old building standing against the horizon like a sleeping giant. It looked like the entire building was constructed of plywood and old tired planks. Kirk popped the last fry into his mouth, and burped in satisfaction. Nothing like a burger to chase the hunger pains away.
Parking his Charger in the front of the mill, he turned off the ignition and pulled out his .45 from his shoulder holster. Pulling the action back, he loaded a bullet into the chamber and it made a clicking sound as it slammed back into place. Holstering his weapon and looking around one last time, he got out of the car. It was about one o'clock, according to his watch; he had some time to check the place out. The building was starting to rot due to lack of maintenance; the front doors held chains and twisted boards across the doors in a diagonal fashion in an attempt to keep people out. Kids throwing rocks for fun had broken out most of the windows on the two upper floors. There was white paint across the middle of the building that was what was left of the sign: Lakeland Mill, it was all but washed out but Kirk could still make out most of the letters. Kirk walked to the back of the deserted parking lot and found what he was searching for. Tire marks in the dirt wound around to the back of the main building. A thick layer of dirt and weeds had covered most of the pavement on the parking lot. The tracks must have been from the truck that Gus was driving. He followed them to the corner of the building.
He leaned against the cinder block wall and drew his weapon. Quickly moving around the corner, his eyes darted around, up to the windows, in the adjacent out buildings, anywhere someone could hide. Kirk had been in too many situations to take for granted that he was alone. The area was clear, with only a few tumbleweeds stacking up against the side of the structure like bums in an alley.
Be careful, Detective.
The tracks came to a stop, and he could see where Gus had backed up to leave. Footprints were everywhere and most of them belonged to Gus, or a man with very wide feet. Then he saw what he was looking for...a second set of prints, smaller ones...the mystery woman! He pulled out a small digital camera from his pocket and snapped a few shots of the footprints and of the tire tracks.
Walking toward the back, he saw where the second truck had parked; it was back behind the structure just out of sight from the road. Squatting down on one knee, he looked intently at the tracks; his face scrunched and his eyes closed almost all the
"Yes... I am tailing him now," she said. "I delivered the note; he didn't seem to know what it meant, or maybe he doesn't want to know, but that will come in time."
"Okay...find out where he's staying, and then come back to base...we will need to debrief you ASAP!"
She shut the cell, and then returned it into a small black purse. This was going to be a long night.
________________________________________
THE JUICY CHEESEBURGER DRIPPED sauce down the
front of Kirk's blue T-shirt, and he cursed as he wiped it up with a napkin. The car swerved as Kirk tried to hold onto the burger and clean up the mess at the same time.
SWEET
DREAMS
95
"Aw man...this is my favorite shirt!" The cleaning job was only making the stain worse. It was hard to get a shirt to fit these days, with his abs turning into a one-pack as his once sweet six-pack was now merging into itself. Kirk used to be a gym rat but then life, marriage and, well there was no excuse that made it past , lame . Now he had a beer belly that was threatening to overflow his belt.
The road turned to the right just like the pictures he had printed off from the e-mail Mooch sent him. He wanted to see the old run down mill from himself. He didn't imagine he would find anything more than dusty tire tracks but it was all a part of being a detective.
He could see the old building standing against the horizon like a sleeping giant. It looked like the entire building was constructed of plywood and old tired planks. Kirk popped the last fry into his mouth, and burped in satisfaction. Nothing like a burger to chase the hunger pains away.
Parking his Charger in the front of the mill, he turned off the ignition and pulled out his .45 from his shoulder holster. Pulling the action back, he loaded a bullet into the chamber and it made a clicking sound as it slammed back into place. Holstering his weapon and looking around one last time, he got out of the car. It was about one o'clock, according to his watch; he had some time to check the place out. The building was starting to rot due to lack of maintenance; the front doors held chains and twisted boards across the doors in a diagonal fashion in an attempt to keep people out. Kids throwing rocks for fun had broken out most of the windows on the two upper floors. There was white paint across the middle of the building that was what was left of the sign: Lakeland Mill, it was all but washed out but Kirk could still make out most of the letters. Kirk walked to the back of the deserted parking lot and found what he was searching for. Tire marks in the dirt wound around to the back of the main building. A thick layer of dirt and weeds had covered most of the pavement on the parking lot. The tracks must have been from the truck that Gus was driving. He followed them to the corner of the building.
He leaned against the cinder block wall and drew his weapon. Quickly moving around the corner, his eyes darted around, up to the windows, in the adjacent out buildings, anywhere someone could hide. Kirk had been in too many situations to take for granted that he was alone. The area was clear, with only a few tumbleweeds stacking up against the side of the structure like bums in an alley.
Be careful, Detective.
The tracks came to a stop, and he could see where Gus had backed up to leave. Footprints were everywhere and most of them belonged to Gus, or a man with very wide feet. Then he saw what he was looking for...a second set of prints, smaller ones...the mystery woman! He pulled out a small digital camera from his pocket and snapped a few shots of the footprints and of the tire tracks.
Walking toward the back, he saw where the second truck had parked; it was back behind the structure just out of sight from the road. Squatting down on one knee, he looked intently at the tracks; his face scrunched and his eyes closed almost all the
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