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Red Racer Pt. 19.
{7:30 A.M.}
(Beep! Beep! Beep!)
My alarm causes me to jolt forward. I quickly tap the off button and rip the covers off of my body. I’ve never really been the type to hit the snooze button. Wastes too much time. I like to get a good jump on the day if I can help it.
“Up so early on a Saturday?” A voice behind me grouchily murmurs.
”Sorry, Linda, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Where you going?”
”Out for a run.”
(Ring! Ring! Ring!)
”Or not…” I grab my phone my dresser and quickly hit the green phone button to answer the call. ”Hello?”
“Wally, it’s Commissioner Bellows. I’d like to see you down at the precinct.”
”What’s going on?”
“Just hurry.” The Commissioner hangs up pretty quick as he finishes speaking.
”Well it looks like I’ll be going down to the station.”
“You don’t work on weekends though.”
”I know, that’s why I’ve got to go.”
It’s really discerning to hear that Bellows wants me down on the weekends. I’m not that important to operations there and there are plenty of other mechanics that normally work the weekends. Something must be up so I don’t bother taking the bus or even try to get my car to start. I’ve got no time.
Within seconds I find myself just a block away from the station and I begin running at a normal pace so as to not bring attention to myself. The Commissioner is outside the precinct, just waiting for my arrival.
”Commissioner, what was so important?”
“Wally, I found a note in my office this morning.”
”Secret admirer?”
“I wish… No this note was more on the opposite side of things.”
”Opposite how?”
“It was a death threat.”
”Don’t you get dozens of those a month? Why’s this one special?” I can tell by his hesitance to answer this question that he’s very shaken by this note. It must really be a bad note, one he’s seemingly only trusted me with. But why me? I’m just a mechanic to him, why does he want my help.
“It’s the hand writing.”
”Remind you of one from an old enemy?”
“An old friend.”
Huh?” He motions me into his office. As we both enter he locks the door behind him and shuts the blinds of the windows that face the rest of the office. As I sit down I unfold the note and look at the message it reads.
“Look familiar?” He asks as I read the few words.
It can’t be…
Red Racer Pt. 19.
{7:30 A.M.}
(Beep! Beep! Beep!)
My alarm causes me to jolt forward. I quickly tap the off button and rip the covers off of my body. I’ve never really been the type to hit the snooze button. Wastes too much time. I like to get a good jump on the day if I can help it.
“Up so early on a Saturday?” A voice behind me grouchily murmurs.
”Sorry, Linda, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Where you going?”
”Out for a run.”
(Ring! Ring! Ring!)
”Or not…” I grab my phone my dresser and quickly hit the green phone button to answer the call. ”Hello?”
“Wally, it’s Commissioner Bellows. I’d like to see you down at the precinct.”
”What’s going on?”
“Just hurry.” The Commissioner hangs up pretty quick as he finishes speaking.
”Well it looks like I’ll be going down to the station.”
“You don’t work on weekends though.”
”I know, that’s why I’ve got to go.”
It’s really discerning to hear that Bellows wants me down on the weekends. I’m not that important to operations there and there are plenty of other mechanics that normally work the weekends. Something must be up so I don’t bother taking the bus or even try to get my car to start. I’ve got no time.
Within seconds I find myself just a block away from the station and I begin running at a normal pace so as to not bring attention to myself. The Commissioner is outside the precinct, just waiting for my arrival.
”Commissioner, what was so important?”
“Wally, I found a note in my office this morning.”
”Secret admirer?”
“I wish… No this note was more on the opposite side of things.”
”Opposite how?”
“It was a death threat.”
”Don’t you get dozens of those a month? Why’s this one special?” I can tell by his hesitance to answer this question that he’s very shaken by this note. It must really be a bad note, one he’s seemingly only trusted me with. But why me? I’m just a mechanic to him, why does he want my help.
“It’s the hand writing.”
”Remind you of one from an old enemy?”
“An old friend.”
Huh?” He motions me into his office. As we both enter he locks the door behind him and shuts the blinds of the windows that face the rest of the office. As I sit down I unfold the note and look at the message it reads.
“Look familiar?” He asks as I read the few words.
It can’t be…