After a while of typing he felt his stomach growl and looked at the clock on the wall to see 11:15 to which he stopped typing and turned off the monitor. He rode the elevator to the bottom floor with a car full of people who all streamed out when the doors opened. His walk was casual as he wasn’t in a hurry so he spent more time looking at the buildings lining the street as he went.
Two blocks away he stopped and looked around a few times just taking in the scenery and the multitude of people. His gaze turned to the big door at the bottom of the stairs. He stepped down the stairs and gave the heavy old door a push, the “Paulie’s Pourhouse” sign showed its age with cracks and peeling paint.
The light through the door faded as it closed and Brent walked to the bar and waited for the bartender to see him. “Hey Gino, can you get me a croissant special and coffee? I’ll be at my table,” he said as he motioned to a table along the wall.
“Sure thing Brent,” Gino replied in his heavy Boston accent.
Brent walked across the sparsely populated bar and sat at his regular table, the one with the best view of the room and the bar. A shelf above his table held a stack of magazines and a couple table top books. He slid the magazines off and flipped through the stack until he found the current issue of Detective Monthly then put the rest back before opening the magazine and setting it on the table in front of him.
Gino walked up then with his coffee and slid it onto the table, “you wanna carafe or just the one?”
“Bring the carafe, I’m needing the pep,” he said with a smile.
The light over the table was just bright enough to read by but dim enough to keep him hidden from the rest of the bar. He flipped through the magazine while he waited for his food and soon had his cup of coffee finished. Gino then walked up with his food and the carafe of coffee.
“Here you go Brent, enjoy.”
“Thanks Gino, smells great as always,” he replied as he set the magazine down.
“Anything else?”
“I’m good, this looks awesome.”
Brent began to eat the egg, cheese, bacon, and avocado croissant sandwich and after the first bite he set it down on the plate and chewed in raptured enjoyment. His eyes raised to the ceiling and his mouth smiled through chews. He swallowed as his head lowered then the door to the bar opened and he watched as a pair of men walked in and to the bar. Their Russian sounding voices were just loud enough to be heard as they walked to the bar and sat.
He ate most of his sandwich while the men drank their beers and he refilled his coffee cup twice. The door to the bar opened again and a woman stalked into the bar. He had to blink his eyes but when they focused he saw Emma walk to the bar.
His attention was fully on the scene at the bar as he was not expecting to see her show up. He slid the last bite of sandwich into his mouth and watched Emma down a glass of liquor then suddenly she looked shocked at seeing the man next to her. Their ensuing conversation looked extremely familiar to him and he watched closely.
Gino walked up to them and then soon came back with more drinks. He couldn’t hear their conversation but he watched their body language closely and tried to read lips. It wasn’t long before Emma yelled at the man and her arm pulled back ready to swing at the man and Brent found himself involuntarily sliding his hand towards his gun.
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