Him: Chapter 2 - Agent Sarah

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Chapter 2
Agent Sarah

I sat alone at the dining table of my 3rd floor walk up apartment. An almost empty bottle of black label, a completely empty glass, a photo of a father I thought was dead, and a note that, in my mind at least, proved otherwise.

Streaks of sunrise had begun to shine onto the wall, moving with the rhythm of my blinds, prompted by my off balance ceiling fan. I could hear the muffled, but still audible morning shouting match between the couple on the other side of my living room wall, which usually meant it was around 7:00am. I looked at the clock above my range. Yep, 7:00.

I still wore the the same clothes I had worn to the bar, now dry and stiffened into the shape of a man who's mind was too distracted by the potential revelation of the night before to bother with petty things like changing into a fresh shirt.

The couple got louder and I got up to find I was out of coffee, my jeans fighting my movements.

Why wouldn't she tell me?
The question played on a loop in the shower. 

I slid on the last of my fresh clothes. A trip to the laundromat was overdue, evidenced by the growing pile of t-shirts and underwear in the corner of my tiny bedroom. Something told me I would think better with breakfast and a hot cup of bean juice, the local coffee shop's house brew, so I grabbed the keys and headed for the door.

Plopping down in the drivers seat of my beat up, but still running blue Datsun I turned on the news. 

Expect rain today. 
Obviously

A local man was arrested early this morning in connection to the armed robbery of a convenience store.Why?

Traffic is bad on the highway.
News?

I put the car in reverse and turned to look behind me. I haven't had a rear view mirror in years and haven't seemed to miss it. 

She sat there. Still

How long had she been there? If I would have had coffee I would have thrown it, but in it's absence I just flinched, silently, as if bracing for a hit. 

"Hello Mr. Daniels" she said.

I recognized the voice, the girl from the bar. She had lost the blonde wig and jersey accent and was now an even toned brunette. 

"Who are you? Why are you in my car!?"

"In due time Mr. Daniels. My name is Sarah, I'm an agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You had quite a night."

"Okay, Agent Sarah..." I said, only taking the time to form half a sentence. "You could have knocked." 

"You looked like you needed space."

"What happens-s now?" I stuttered, the adrenaline of the surprise visit affecting my vocal chords.

She looked at me knowingly, bowing her head enough to expose deep blue eyes over the rim of her Men In Black sunglasses.

"Now? Now we get coffee."

To Be Continued...