Post by David Young Henning on Nov 12, 2010 16:02:44 GMT -8
So this enthusiastic young woman in the police offer's uniform was Deputy Emily Wyatt. Henning was always glad when he knew the names of things or people; it made mental categorization so much easier. He shook her hand and smiled at the earnest haste of her greeting, although something about it seemed odd... It took him a second to realize what it was. He tried not to sound put off as he replied:
"I, ah, think you may have mistaken me for my colleague, Agent Francis York Morgan. If everything has gone according to plan, he should be on his way right now. Myself, I'm only here on vacation; got into town just last night. I hope that's not too much of a disappointment for you and the rest of the police force..."
For a second, he had almost been tempted to say, "Why, yes, in fact I am here for the investigation. Let's head on over to the Sheriff's office right now; no reason to hold things up when there's a murder involved, right?" But of course that was out of the question. Still, the inefficiency of it all was galling. He had read the files, had all of York's contacts. They even worked in the same department. There really wasn't any reason for him NOT to be on the case, except the name and photo on his ID card didn't officially match the identity of the man who was supposed to be working on it. If not for that slight detail...
Mr. Wess was still sitting by himself in the corner booth. Henning reflected that if he were still assigned to the Red Seed Profiles, he wouldn't have given the sharp-faced man another thought, and whatever misdeeds he might be guilty of would have gone completely unnoticed. Bad luck for him if I ever dig anything up, I guess. If I were a criminal, I'd much rather be caught during an official investigation, rather than by a bored agent trying to keep himself amused...
"I, ah, think you may have mistaken me for my colleague, Agent Francis York Morgan. If everything has gone according to plan, he should be on his way right now. Myself, I'm only here on vacation; got into town just last night. I hope that's not too much of a disappointment for you and the rest of the police force..."
For a second, he had almost been tempted to say, "Why, yes, in fact I am here for the investigation. Let's head on over to the Sheriff's office right now; no reason to hold things up when there's a murder involved, right?" But of course that was out of the question. Still, the inefficiency of it all was galling. He had read the files, had all of York's contacts. They even worked in the same department. There really wasn't any reason for him NOT to be on the case, except the name and photo on his ID card didn't officially match the identity of the man who was supposed to be working on it. If not for that slight detail...
Mr. Wess was still sitting by himself in the corner booth. Henning reflected that if he were still assigned to the Red Seed Profiles, he wouldn't have given the sharp-faced man another thought, and whatever misdeeds he might be guilty of would have gone completely unnoticed. Bad luck for him if I ever dig anything up, I guess. If I were a criminal, I'd much rather be caught during an official investigation, rather than by a bored agent trying to keep himself amused...