11-03-2014, 08:23 AM
He accepted the coffee, but only sat with his hands wrapped around the cup.The heat warmed the ice of his skin, a small blessing given the cold of Russia's winter. Blood still flecked one hand like rust, but he cut off his thoughts from wandering to the girl and the prize snatched from under his nose. He settled to the new circumstance, allowed the irritation to begin to fade. He would recalculate, but later. After this business was finished with.
"The young woman was, I believe, soliciting at the mouth of the alley-way. She retreated with a number of men, who attacked her, then fled. I called the police before I approached. Would you like to see my phone, Detective Sarkozy?"
The why of it he had no idea, nor cared to venture a guess, but it had been the first unexpected detour to an evening that had rapidly degenerated. The girl had had nothing of value - nothing overt, anyway, for even the ring he had only considered precious to himself. Violence was unpredictable. But he had adjusted for the unexpectedness. And then the cop had arrived.
Edited by Soren, Nov 3 2014, 08:24 AM.
"The young woman was, I believe, soliciting at the mouth of the alley-way. She retreated with a number of men, who attacked her, then fled. I called the police before I approached. Would you like to see my phone, Detective Sarkozy?"
The why of it he had no idea, nor cared to venture a guess, but it had been the first unexpected detour to an evening that had rapidly degenerated. The girl had had nothing of value - nothing overt, anyway, for even the ring he had only considered precious to himself. Violence was unpredictable. But he had adjusted for the unexpectedness. And then the cop had arrived.
Edited by Soren, Nov 3 2014, 08:24 AM.
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