Edwinski was bored. He’d been sitting in the café for sixty-five minutes and was on his umpteenth black coffee. He had pretended to read large chunks of his newspaper while using the crossword and its notepad to good effect. The woman he’d been trailing for weeks did nothing but talk. About all the wrong things. And incessantly, wherever she went. If not here, then in bars, restaurants or parties in hotels.
It wasn't like the old days. Edwinski never got into fist fights or shot his pistol anymore. He didn't even take the gun out with him- just locked it in the hotel room safe or in his hire car's glove compartment.
And this private eye bullshit was beneath him. The star of the old force reduced to following people like a snake. He wasn't allowed to touch or talk to this woman, even if he wanted to, even if it would get results. That's what really needled away at him. That was how he worked his magic: meeting in crowded places and stealing them away, peeling off their cocktail dresses, kissing and caressing the newly naked flesh as he went and getting them to purr out the information needed.
Not anymore. Just sitting and eavesdropping. Sex had become meaningless- a way to briefly raise the tempo of his repetitive life.
"Crud," he muttered realising she had left. He'd be in the shit for this. Annoyed, he got up and left to try and see if the situation was salvageable.
It wasn't like the old days. Edwinski never got into fist fights or shot his pistol anymore. He didn't even take the gun out with him- just locked it in the hotel room safe or in his hire car's glove compartment.
And this private eye bullshit was beneath him. The star of the old force reduced to following people like a snake. He wasn't allowed to touch or talk to this woman, even if he wanted to, even if it would get results. That's what really needled away at him. That was how he worked his magic: meeting in crowded places and stealing them away, peeling off their cocktail dresses, kissing and caressing the newly naked flesh as he went and getting them to purr out the information needed.
Not anymore. Just sitting and eavesdropping. Sex had become meaningless- a way to briefly raise the tempo of his repetitive life.
"Crud," he muttered realising she had left. He'd be in the shit for this. Annoyed, he got up and left to try and see if the situation was salvageable.
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