Tuesday’s tale, 8/18/2015.

Standard

Alright, another Tuesday, another bit of random story. Five minutes on the clock, and here we go:

They were stopped the moment they came out of the mausoleum before he could even lock it up. the two police officers who weren’t strode up and started asking questions.

One pushed roughly past as Josh fumed, while the other put a fake badge in their faces.

“Officer Delaruse. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

He made his voice as querelous as possible.

“Of course officer.”

He flipped open a notebook.

“Your name, please?”

“Cynthia Silverstein.”

There really was a Cynthia; he knew. She had never married and was a spinster living a few states away after being forced to move from her home into a home due to age and infirmity.

“What are you doing here, ma’am?”

The disguise, makeshift as it was, seemed to be fooling him completely.

“Visiting my family, of course.”

The other ‘cop’ came back up and nodded to the first.

“Visiting from where ma’am?”

“Connecticut, officer. What’s going on?”

“Nothing to worry about ma’am. May I inspect your bag, please?”

“Of course sir.”

Josh fidgeted as he handed it over. The ‘cop’ searched it, finding nothing more than some cosmetics, Ben-Gay, and bottles of pills. He passed it back.

“Thank you, ma’am, you’re free to go.”

“Thank you, officer. Come along, grandson.”

He could feel Josh’s eyes boring into his back as he led the way slowly back to the car; no doubt he was wondering how he pulled that off; he had seen the gem go into the purse after all. That was what he had wanted Josh to think, and while that subterfuge was now burned, he had others.

And that’s it, total time is 5 minutes; I had more, but it’ll have to wait.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s