05-25-2009, 07:07 AM
45. Two Guns (Need Cont.) (May contain language and Mature themes)
It had been a week since they had argued on that street. Putnar had gone home, locked his door and called Soda. They had talked the night away and Putnar had pretended none of it had happened at all. But when he came into work the other, during his evening shift , he saw the man again. Anthony was sitting outside at the cafe across the street, sipping coffee and staring into the open windows where Putnar worked and felt unnerved.
He hadn't told anyone. They probably would have told him to get over it, that it was just a coincidence, and now it was his turn to close the store. The other employees had all left one by one and now Anthony was hovering outside the door, where Putnar still had to go and switch the "Open" sign to "Closed".
With an eye on Anthony, he picked up the receiver of the phone under the front counter and dialed the police.
"911, what is your emergency?"
Putnar let out a deep breath, "Um, hi, this is probably really stupid but... but there is a man loitering outside the music store off main-street. Uh..." Putnar eyes shifted to where Anthony stood outside and his breath caught in his throat. He coughed. "He's been out there for the last four hours."
"We're sending an officer over right now to take care of it. Please stay on the line,"
Putnar glanced over at Anthony again. He had moved. He had come over to the door, it slowly swung open. "Shit, he's coming inside," Putnar said under his breath.
"Stay on the line sir, the officer will be there...."
The last part could not be heard over the sound of the receiver hitting the floor. Putnar could only whimper, with his hands raised beside his head, and stare back into the barrel of the gun being pointed into his face.
"I think," Anthony said, the gun unwavering in his outstretched arm, "You should invite me over to your place."
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