Saturday, January 31, 2015

Rehearsal (Blogophilia 49.7)



Turning into the complex, the sun blinded him. Dazed and confused, he wasn’t sure why he was here. When he left, he absolutely was convinced it was the right time. But somewhere mid-drive the realization that a dry run was needed came to his thoughts. The choreography needed to be just right. This place had a cul-de-sac like the Graves and he could test a couple of things without the residents knowing. 

A space was open, good. Carefully parking the car, he turned off the engine sat for a moment. Anticipation pushing on Control, it was tempting just to go ahead and do it here. But It that would be like completing an out-of-bounds pass at the Tech-Georgia game. It wouldn’t gain any yards, just lose precious seconds on the clock. Murray would not come until after the fun, and all there would be is a hoard of angry cops. This was not an option. But, he could work out a couple of kinks in the process. 

Focus returned. This was the place he was supposed to be. Maybe the stupid psychic was a genius after. Who else but him knew that there is not great genius without a mixture of madness? Opening the door, he looked back towards the entrance to the complex. No traffic going in or out and no people at the breezeway entrances. This shouldn’t take long.

 He sang softly to himself as he went through the walk through.

"Overture! Curtain! Lights! This is it. the night of nights..."
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Murray and Gomez stood just behind the corner of one of the buildings. 

“So, why do you think he’s here?”

“Not a clue, but it sure is strange.”

“Ready for back up?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to blow our cover.”

Murray motioned for Gomez to go around the back of the building. Ducking low, he worked his way along  the parked cars and took a position behind an old Mercedes. The view from behind the roof pillar gave him a clear view and the rather bizarre antics only thirty feet away.

Pacing up and down along the passenger side of the Toyota, it appeared that Jeremy was placing something under the car. He repeated the motions three or four more times and then stood up and pulled a notebook out of his back pocket. He jotted something done and looked around. Comfortable in the process, Jeremy then walked toward one building and stopped to look at his watch. He repeated this a couple more times and then wrote some more.

What was he doing?  Murray still didn’t think he had PC to make contact yet. He glanced behind him at Gomez, whose face mirrored his own puzzlement. With a nod, Gomez signaled retreat and the detectives slithered back the way they came. When they got back to the car, they cranked it up and slipped unnoticed into the afternoon traffic. 


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Topic-Tyler Myrth

Pic-Christine Wichman

Pic Guesses: Beary nice, Drawing a conclusion, Perfect, Paddington Place, Where's Pooh.

14 comments:

  1. story is heading for dramatic conclusion, I suspect

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  2. Cool... looks like a tense stakeout. -Dave Raider

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    1. Ooh. Welcome Back!

      Yeah, they had to decide whether it was time to fish or not.

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  3. Oh if Jeremy had only known... intense! I like it!!

    8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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  4. coincidence upon coincidence! How strange Jeremy's dress rehearsal must have looked to Murray and Gomez! I wonder how I would have handled it in their shoes. Back off or go in and grab him for questioning? Enjoyed this segment!

    Blue dude

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    1. Ultimately, they really didn't have cause to go in and if they were going to pin him later...

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  5. In my crystal ball I forsee an explosive conclusion :D
    Stormy

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