GUARD
BENSON LOST RING– JAKE FINDS RING
REFERS TO ROBERT BENSON AS “CHEAP BASTARD”
WORKS 8–5PM NOT A MINUTE MORE
20 MINUTE LAPS
EDDIE CONS: WINDOW WASHER FINDS ARM ON LEDGE
Brown looked around to take a second to think. “I’m gonna need that window washer’s name, number and address.” Brown was ready to go. Finch was focused on taking notes. She preferred to do it over Brown. He was used to memorizing and writing by hand. They often argued about the best way. Brown thought that too much typing would make him overlook subtle gestures by the guilty and mini clues left behind. Maybe he had a point. By time they left, Meghan could barely remember the guards face. Luckily, she took a picture of him as she visually scanned the room.
CHAPTER 6
ROGER’S HOUSE
THE ATKINS’ RESIDENCE
Roger and Abigail spent the day cleaning the pub from top to bottom. Larry came in to help out. He didn’t speak much. His goal was to get it over with and head back home. They wanted to get everything done today so they could have the next day completely to themselves. The most difficult area to clean was the club in the basement. The stench of old blood and sweat lingered through the vents. The smell had been easing its way up toward the bar. Occasionally, the odor could be smelled in the night air as the breeze carried the scent up the walls and through the vents. After the cleaning session, Roger and Abigail decided to go to Roger’s house. They arrived at his house later on that evening around 9:00 pm.
Roger’s mother always expected him to arrive late. Sometimes she waited up just to see how his day was going. They walked through the hall, past a fish tank on a table. There is a funny looking goldfish in it. Elvis. Ms. Atkins had food ready for him in Tupperware on the kitchen table. She sat with big pink rollers in her hair and a bath robe which she never seemed to take off. She wore the same robe every day for the most part. She sat in the kitchen reading a book, snickering at the funny parts. When Roger walked into the kitchen she was happy to see him. “Welcome to earth, Rog.” She looked at Abigail. Abigail took off her hood. Ms. Atkins put down her book. Her eyes were fixed on Abigail.
“Good evening.” Abigail was nervous. Roger always complained about his nagging mother, but this was the first time she was seeing the woman in the flesh. She looked a lot different from the way Abigail imagined her. Abigail thought she had a very pretty face, but carried herself as if she was older than she really was. On the table was a bottle of Jack Daniels. Ms. Atkins had a glass and finished the last sip.
“I see you have company. Little late wouldn’t you say?”
“Mom, this is Elvis. I told you about her.” Roger was a little embarrassed. “No worries ma, she’s asexual.” He bent over and kissed her on the head.
“Asexual? Well, that’s special. Nice to finally meet you, Elvis,” Mrs. Atkins smiled.
Abigail rolled her eyes at Roger. “I’m Abigail. Abby is fine, too.”
“Oh. Ok. I’ve heard your name a few times. Ms. Atkins will do. If I had known you were bringing company, Rog I would have put more food aside. Let me make you a plate.” She rose from her seat.
“No. It’s ok, Mom. We had burgers on the way. We will be fine. We’re just going to my room to play with my toys.”
“Hmm. Ok, well, I’m heading to bed. I have a long day of show case showdowns, big wheels and Court TV.” Ms. Atkins leaned over and kissed Roger goodnight. “Nice to meet you, Elvis. And Roger, please don’t set the house on fire.” She left.
Roger put the food in the container in the fridge, and then picked up his backpack. He headed to his room. Abigail followed and looked around. The house was very clean but old fashioned. This woman is stuck in the ’70s. In the corner of the living room was a shrine to Elvis. Abigail mumbled. “You gotta be kidding me.” She saw a few pictures of Roger and
BENSON LOST RING– JAKE FINDS RING
REFERS TO ROBERT BENSON AS “CHEAP BASTARD”
WORKS 8–5PM NOT A MINUTE MORE
20 MINUTE LAPS
EDDIE CONS: WINDOW WASHER FINDS ARM ON LEDGE
Brown looked around to take a second to think. “I’m gonna need that window washer’s name, number and address.” Brown was ready to go. Finch was focused on taking notes. She preferred to do it over Brown. He was used to memorizing and writing by hand. They often argued about the best way. Brown thought that too much typing would make him overlook subtle gestures by the guilty and mini clues left behind. Maybe he had a point. By time they left, Meghan could barely remember the guards face. Luckily, she took a picture of him as she visually scanned the room.
CHAPTER 6
ROGER’S HOUSE
THE ATKINS’ RESIDENCE
Roger and Abigail spent the day cleaning the pub from top to bottom. Larry came in to help out. He didn’t speak much. His goal was to get it over with and head back home. They wanted to get everything done today so they could have the next day completely to themselves. The most difficult area to clean was the club in the basement. The stench of old blood and sweat lingered through the vents. The smell had been easing its way up toward the bar. Occasionally, the odor could be smelled in the night air as the breeze carried the scent up the walls and through the vents. After the cleaning session, Roger and Abigail decided to go to Roger’s house. They arrived at his house later on that evening around 9:00 pm.
Roger’s mother always expected him to arrive late. Sometimes she waited up just to see how his day was going. They walked through the hall, past a fish tank on a table. There is a funny looking goldfish in it. Elvis. Ms. Atkins had food ready for him in Tupperware on the kitchen table. She sat with big pink rollers in her hair and a bath robe which she never seemed to take off. She wore the same robe every day for the most part. She sat in the kitchen reading a book, snickering at the funny parts. When Roger walked into the kitchen she was happy to see him. “Welcome to earth, Rog.” She looked at Abigail. Abigail took off her hood. Ms. Atkins put down her book. Her eyes were fixed on Abigail.
“Good evening.” Abigail was nervous. Roger always complained about his nagging mother, but this was the first time she was seeing the woman in the flesh. She looked a lot different from the way Abigail imagined her. Abigail thought she had a very pretty face, but carried herself as if she was older than she really was. On the table was a bottle of Jack Daniels. Ms. Atkins had a glass and finished the last sip.
“I see you have company. Little late wouldn’t you say?”
“Mom, this is Elvis. I told you about her.” Roger was a little embarrassed. “No worries ma, she’s asexual.” He bent over and kissed her on the head.
“Asexual? Well, that’s special. Nice to finally meet you, Elvis,” Mrs. Atkins smiled.
Abigail rolled her eyes at Roger. “I’m Abigail. Abby is fine, too.”
“Oh. Ok. I’ve heard your name a few times. Ms. Atkins will do. If I had known you were bringing company, Rog I would have put more food aside. Let me make you a plate.” She rose from her seat.
“No. It’s ok, Mom. We had burgers on the way. We will be fine. We’re just going to my room to play with my toys.”
“Hmm. Ok, well, I’m heading to bed. I have a long day of show case showdowns, big wheels and Court TV.” Ms. Atkins leaned over and kissed Roger goodnight. “Nice to meet you, Elvis. And Roger, please don’t set the house on fire.” She left.
Roger put the food in the container in the fridge, and then picked up his backpack. He headed to his room. Abigail followed and looked around. The house was very clean but old fashioned. This woman is stuck in the ’70s. In the corner of the living room was a shrine to Elvis. Abigail mumbled. “You gotta be kidding me.” She saw a few pictures of Roger and
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