Darkness Comes At Night

Chapter Four

Chester dropped his cigarette to the ground, absent-mindedly grinding out any lingering hot cherry. As he was snuffing out the smoke, he realized he had just lit the thing. Maybe it was time to start focusing a little bit more.

Standing just outside the shadow of the streetlamp, Chester blended into the beigeness of the sidewalk’s concrete. After two hours of standing in the shadows, without clients to observe, he questioned his motives – was it really supposed to be Tuesday night, or Thursday – the damn days just look so much alike on the calendar…

Determining his skulking to be a misguided effort, Chester adjusted his hat, took off the listening device cleverly concealed as a Sony Walkman – and wandered up to his favourite late-nite coffee shop. The Bottomless Cup was closed however, legal notations posted on the glass window. Seems they had fallen into rent arrears somehow. Chester grumbled, and started down the sidewalk towards his studio apartment.

Just a few feet from the coffee shop, gunshots rang out – close enough to merit his investigation.

Close enough, had he not come to his stakeout unarmed. Taking a wide circle away from the direction of the shots, Chester blended into the darkness. The darkness that comes at night…

(Chow for now…)