“Are
You sure this Is the man you saw?” he asked, making sure to hold the picture
steady. She reached out to take it from him before she said anything in return,
and stared at the glossy surface in awe.
Earlier
she hadn't seen the photo close and long enough. That's why Martin showed her
the photo again. “Yes, Yes. This is him,” she whispered. Martin barely heard
her over the irritable sound of traffic, but even if he hadn’t heard her, the
expression she gave him was more than enough. How did we meet, supposedly the
only two people in the city looking for the same person? Martin thought.
The information she gave him, even though a
simple recount of events was valuable. Anita had noticed something about the
man without having much time to examine his bodily structure as Martin had done.
This fact made him confident that Anita had indeed encountered Joseph and not
someone else.
Martin
wasn’t one to believe in fate or anything of the like, not even luck. But when
something like this happened, he felt challenged. There couldn’t have been
something else at work, but even now, he wasn’t so sure. He glanced at Anita
again, somewhat amused by her. There was still more he wanted to know.
“You said he fled the scene after saving you.
Did you see which direction he went?”
“I…
um…” Anita turned away from Martin and stared off at the crosswalk and the kerb,
and then turned back to look at the sidewalk. She seemed to be trying to recall
exactly what happened after he saved her. “He went in that direction. But there
were lots of people, so he could have gone anywhere. Up close, he smelt like
diesel oil, but that could also be because of the vehicles around. All that and
the truck screeching to a halt." She lingered over her thoughts for a few
more moments. Sorry, that’s all I can recall.”
Martin
sighed. It looked like from here on, he was on his own. Anita had given him a
fair bit of valuable information, but he couldn’t involve her any further
unless she had more to tell him; which, at this point, he was positive he’d
been told everything of value.
It wasn’t only that, though. He still needed
to get the job done with as soon as possible; he still had his eyes on the
prize: getting the time off that he desperately needed. In order to get the
most out of his time, he knew he’d need to dismiss her and get on with the
search.
“Not a problem, miss,” he said, trying to end
their meeting. The quickest and most painless method of doing so came to his
mind just then; he reached into his coat pocket to pull out a business card,
which he handed to Anita. “I think it would be best if we parted ways for now.
Continue about your day as usual… but if you think of anything else to tell me
or are in need of my expertise, you’re welcome to give me a call.”
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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