Post by Wicked Unrelenting Villain on Aug 24, 2011 22:33:13 GMT -5
Joe adjusted his cap as he tried to take in the whole scene. His younger partner, Vic, was already making a beeline for the witnesses. A 911 call had been placed from the management of La Vin.
Maple Street started westward, turned left, and headed south. On the inside of the bend, a bait shop had had its window shattered. There was a news cart set up out front, selling both comic books and the major papers, coffee and bubblegum. A little mustachioed man stood inside and waved shyly at Joe, waiting his turn to be interrogated. On the outside of the bend was La Vin.
La Vin was one of those little restaurants that has its customers sit outside at little umbrella-topped tables by the street instead of giving them a place under a decent roof in an air-conditioned room. You know the kind - a real fancy joint where the food seems to adorn the plate, but never fill it. The place was a mess right now. Splintered tables, shattered plates, and a big dent in the brick column where somebody in blue tights was slumped against the wall. An ambulance was pulling away form the scene, its lights and sirens whirring up to speed. A rather sheepish-looking man was sitting on the curb. He wore a white hard hat.
Vic was chatting away with a buxom woman in a low-cut red dress sitting at half a table. Another ambulance was on the way for the man in blue tights, who had insisted the other victim take the first ride to the hospital. There was a man sitting rather conspicuously nearby, donning a white lab coat with a few test tubes shoved in the front pocket, with wild grey hair and soot on his cheek. There was a pair of red goggles with dark lenses pulled up onto his forehead. He seemed quite chipper as he sat there, drinking tea.
Joe sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Maple Street started westward, turned left, and headed south. On the inside of the bend, a bait shop had had its window shattered. There was a news cart set up out front, selling both comic books and the major papers, coffee and bubblegum. A little mustachioed man stood inside and waved shyly at Joe, waiting his turn to be interrogated. On the outside of the bend was La Vin.
La Vin was one of those little restaurants that has its customers sit outside at little umbrella-topped tables by the street instead of giving them a place under a decent roof in an air-conditioned room. You know the kind - a real fancy joint where the food seems to adorn the plate, but never fill it. The place was a mess right now. Splintered tables, shattered plates, and a big dent in the brick column where somebody in blue tights was slumped against the wall. An ambulance was pulling away form the scene, its lights and sirens whirring up to speed. A rather sheepish-looking man was sitting on the curb. He wore a white hard hat.
Vic was chatting away with a buxom woman in a low-cut red dress sitting at half a table. Another ambulance was on the way for the man in blue tights, who had insisted the other victim take the first ride to the hospital. There was a man sitting rather conspicuously nearby, donning a white lab coat with a few test tubes shoved in the front pocket, with wild grey hair and soot on his cheek. There was a pair of red goggles with dark lenses pulled up onto his forehead. He seemed quite chipper as he sat there, drinking tea.
Joe sighed. It was going to be a long day.
