It was a cold, and rainy night. I had just stepped out of the brightly lit local theater, when I received a text message from the lady who I had been previously conversing with that day.
"Hey. are you busy?" Was the text.
"Not really. Why, what's up?" I replied as I lit up a cigarette.
"Can we meet?" Asked the text from the woman.
I thought about it for a couple minutes. What could this woman want from someone who she had never met before in her life? Especially the first time talking to each other in years. See, she was a friend of my ex. Around two years ago, when I was talking to my ex over the phone, I was introduced to Sylvia. So to speak. We instantly clicked, Sylvia and I. Personally I think I preferred her voice to my ex's company. But a couple months later, Sylvia and my ex had gotten into an argument with each other. Then about a year later my ex and I split up, due to another one of our countless arguments.
"Where?" I replied. A couple minutes passed when Sylvia returned a text saying,
"Coffee house. Five Minutes." Something seemed wrong. Sylvia never drank coffee before. Then again, seeing that we just started talking again a week ago, she's probably picked up the habit.much like how I started smoking again about a week ago. Just around the same time Sylvia moved into this small town. Which is why we started talking again. It's a little odd. I moved here to get away from some problems I was having in the city as a detective about a year ago. That's when I moved out here.
A fine little town, with everything someone could ever really need. Except it was dead. Unless you worked in one of the local shops, there wasn't anything going on. Just day in, day out of the monotonous nothing. The first day I waked into the department there was one officer in the building. And the other on patrol. I should have forgotten about my transfer, and just picked another job. At least it pays enough though. Probably more reason why I was glad Sylvia moved into town. Although I had an abnormally busy week. Due to a bunch of drug bust that came from an investigation the county started back in the early nineties. A bunch of dealers moved up here from Tennessee with a new type of crop. And apparently they were farming it in this town the whole time. Makes sense. Not much competition. Not a good chance of getting caught.
When I got to the shop, it seemed to be slow for business. But was still packed enough to make it hard to see if Sylvia was inside or not. From the second I stepped in the door, the smell of nicotine and coffee hit my nostrils like a cannon blast. My kind of place. I went up to the clerk, who was luxuriously sitting behind the counter destroying some customer in a game of chess.
"Can I get a refill?" The voice behind me was shaky. The second I turned around, she threw her arms around me. Then she whispered in my ears.
"Help me. I'm being followed."
"Why don't we sit down and talk about it." I whispered back.
"No time. We have to leave now, before they notice."
"Who?" I asked, as we walked out of the door. But before she could answer back, there was gunfire.
Sylvia fell to the pavement. There was no sign of a shooter. And as I looked down at the body, Which was quickly losing heat. I noticed something in her hand. It was a card with the name of the drug dealers we just put behind bars. Sad thing seeing a beautiful girl, getting mixed up with scum.
The End.
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