"So this person we're going to meet, can he help us?" Anita asked. Martin could see a sign ahead of them that read 'Mike's Auto Garage'. Here they could purchase or rent a vehicle that would get them back to the City.
He looked to Anita, whose clothes were bloodied from helping Kevin. Martin’s clothes were bloodied too, but since he wore black, it was difficult to discern the dark red blood from the black of his dress. "I hope so. He said he could give us some information. Right now it's our best bet," he said. "I'll go into this auto shop and get us a car. You stay out here, out of sight. You've got blood on you."
Anita looked down to examine her shirt, and didn’t argue with him. "Be fast."
Martin jogged ahead of her and turned into the garage. There were a few people in the yard, but he figured whoever managed the front would be more likely to help him. There was a young woman working at the front desk, typing away at a computer. He flashed his badge out of his coat and dropped it on the counter before saying anything, getting the woman's attention.
"I need a car. I'll pay whatever needed to get it within five minutes," Martin said.
"Just a moment..." the woman said, and continued typing on the computer. A minute later she recited a list of cars that were ready for purchase. Martin ended up renting the Jeep.
Five minutes and one grand later, Martin had the jeep. He drove it out of the garage and onto the street, where he saw Anita sitting on a nearby bench. she ran toward him and hopped into the vehicle.
"That was fast," she said once they were driving away.
"It's amazing what a badge and some money can do," he said "It’s a bad thing."He smiled a smile that was way out of place for a situation like this.
Thirty minutes later Martin pulled a few blocks away from the apartment complex where he was supposed to meet Norman. He told Anita to stay in the car. Until then, she was to remain as hidden as possible inside the vehicle.
He walked up to the door on the fourth floor and saw the doorbell. In a situation that Martin was in, only a fool would ring a doorbell. Martin took out his gun and stealthily approached the door from the sides.He realized that the door was slightly open.So he gave it a light push. It swung open slightly without much resistance, so he slid inside.
He closed the door behind him and moved further inside. It was dark, save for light gleaming in from under the door from one of the rooms.Martin took his gun from his waist held it in front of him, walking further into the home with utmost caution.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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