Chapter 25

David

I bolted down the street, not turning to look back. If she had been caught it would be better if I weren’t noticed. Spies aren’t selfish, they’re smart.

I stopped eight blocks later, panting for breath. I turned around and bent over putting my hands on my knees. Josiphina’s in trouble, you need to save her, one part of my mind was saying. No, she’ll be in more trouble if you’re spotted, the other half said. I sighed and turned back around. There was one more block until I could catch a subway. I was completely exhausted.

“She’ll be fine,” I told myself, “don’t worry.” But, I did worry. I couldn’t keep from worrying. I shouldn’t have let her go in alone. I hated myself. Yes you should have. You couldn’t get caught together. I was proud of myself. These mixed emotions continued until I reached the edge of a busy street and a black corvette passed me. Gary Clark’s car. I ran after it, keeping a good distance between us, but never letting go of it’s sight.

Josiphina was in there, I was sure of it. The wouldn’t just leave her there, they would have to…

The corvette parked next to all tall building that looked highly confidential. Maybe there was traps laid out and fingerprint scanners and pop-out machine guns…

I let my imagination run away with me. There I was in sunglasses and a black tuxedo. I climbed the steps of my imaginary building and it scanned my eyeball. The doors slid open and everyone stood to attention. “Good morning, Agent Fisher,” they all said, trying not to make eye contact. I sat in a desk in my private office, and a man walked in. He was a mole. A spy from the terrorists. “Hello, sir”  he said. Then, I pulled out a gun on him, and he was taken to prison where he was discovered really to be a mole. I was praised an honored…

I stopped my imagination as a heard a voice that I knew too well.

“Hey, Davy boy. Lookin’ for this?”