by HN Wake
“Cal, I know you’re probably in trouble with your boss. This should help that. But I wouldn’t use it further than that. I’d recommend a safe deposit box in an international bank. But in the end, you decide what’s best for the country. Be careful, they’re watching you right now. - Dora Maar”
Across the busy station hall, Beam stood in a corner with a cell phone to his ear, watching Cal. “He’s finished looking through the documents. Now he’s looking around.”
Odom barked, “He’s looking around?”
“Yes.”
“Looking at faces?
“Yes.”
Odom yelled through the cell phone, “Abort --”
“ — Christ he’s seen me - recognizes me from the loft — “
“ Abort now! Abort now!”
Beam had already hung up.
Manayunk, PA
Mac stepped across the threshold and into the bar.
The small restaurant was fairly crowded. There was an open kitchen at the far end where the bartender chatted with the chef. Deep red walls were crammed with framed reproductions of famous paintings. Was that a Picasso? Yes. La Muse.
At the bar, Joe held his book with one hand while the other slowly lifted a forkful of food to his mouth.
Silently she stepped forward and slipped unobtrusively onto the bar stool next to him. He took another mouthful, didn’t look up.
The bartender noticed her from the other end and she indicted she was in no hurry.
Next to her, Joe continued to read.
Steadily, slowly she turned on the stool so her knees faced him and propped one elbow on the bar. It was an intimate position.
He looked up over his book, eyes widening, then softening.
She smiled hesitantly.
He closed his book and set it on the bar.
She sat frozen.
His voice was gentle. “About fucking time.”
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