ND/First blood 1
From Create Your Own Story
You start the case officially the next day. It's a Monday. You've always hated Mondays. You sit at a coffee house across the street from the offices of Williams, Jameson and Lipton. Lipton and Williams were attorneys. Jameson had been one once.
Your client's husband, the elusive Arthur Riordan, has been locked away in the building across the street for the past several hours. You know this because his car is still parked outside.
You blow some more of the expenses money on another coffee. The waitress has blonde hair and a nice smile. You wink at her and she flashes you one.
You cheer up as you drink it. It's good coffee. You watch the scene outside. The sky is unusually grey, turning the world to gloom and despair. The door of the attorney's office opens and a tall man with greying hair and a nice suit steps out. That's your target. You finish your coffee, wink again at the waitress and go out on to the street.
Riordan drives up town. The houses get richer as you drive and the people classier. He pulls up eventually at his own house. You're just starting to wonder whether you should get closer to the house when he rushes out again. He can't have been in there for more than about fifteen minutes.
This time he heads downtown, stopping at a small white house much like the hundreds of other small white houses that line the street. By now the light has faded almost entirely, leaving a sinister darkness. You roll down the car window but there's no breeze to soften the unbearable stillness.
There's a sharp crack, like lightning striking a tree. At first you think it's just that. Then there's another and you freeze. It was a gunshot.
