"So your telling me. You found a dead body on the ground, and your first instinct was to call for me. A supernatural hunter..."
Harold scratches his head. His fingers running deep into his scalp. Making his skull almost bleed out. He stops once he feels some blood drawing out of his head. His hand land on top of his thighs now, as he lets out a sigh.
"... This job isn't the type of job meant for me. I'm supposed to be call for supernatural things. This is a problem for the cops. Why call me if you don't have a problem with ghost or ghouls. Or any of the likes."
Saleen and Ordo look between each other. Saleen with her eyes watering a little and Ordo, looking blatantly confused.
"We went to the cops, they said they didn't understand, So we went to the next best thing."
Ordo tries to clap back.
"And your next best thing wasn't a private investigator? Or he'll an motherf*cking detective?"
Saleen looks at Harold with a confused look in her eye with her teary faced eyes.
"Why don't you believe us?"
Saleen's seems sad, she's holds Harold eyes with hers.
"It's not the fact that I don't believe you. It's the fact that you would rather call me, because of some sort of weird fascination rather than just call someone with better detective skills than mine..."
"But—."
"… No, I'm sorry but this… this is, not my job."
Ordo shoots up, his legs locking up as he stands tall. His finger pointing toward my face. As he throws it, now pointing toward the door we entered through.
"You. Out. Now!"
Saleen, puts her head down into her arms. She starts to slowly tear, Harold doesn't understand why she's crying all that much, but he thinks that it's because she told someone about a memory that was horrific in her mind.
It just doesn't really compare to the things that Harold and Harry have seen. This thing is a bit more mundane compared to what they have done and seen people do. Alters of people's dead body spear right open as there corpse is naked and bleeding. Or the other, people's back cut open, spread wide as their body is still alive.
"Yes, sir."
As, Harold stands up, he makes his way over to the door. A knock is heard at the door, before its forcefully opened, Harold just getting off of his seat, Ordo still pointing at the door, Saleen with her face still buried into her hands as she cries.
Floral, enters with someone, a cop, different from the one in the lobby downstairs harassing the receptionist. He comes in almost out of breathe, sweat dripping down his face.
"I'm sorry Sir, I try telling him you were in a meetin--"
Floral tries to get out of her mouth, before she is shoved aside by the cop.
"Mr. Ordo?"
"That is I, what is it officer?"
Ordo holds his hand up and the officer, that was looking between both Ordo and Harold, stops on looks directly at Ordo, giving just one quick glance down to Saleen, who took her hands off of her face to look at who entered the room.
"The murderer that killed one of your valet workers has been caught."
Ordo looks down at Saleen, as Saleen looks up at Ordo, Harold looking at both of them, not a look of surprise in his face. Then Harold looks over to the officer.
"Who caught him?"
The officer looks over to Harold as he asks the question, Harold now has a better look at him. He features young, eyes are a shade of blue, and his hair blonde, his body thin, skinny.
"A young boy, his name was Harry something."
"That's my boy."
Harold says in a concerned and surprised tone.
~~~
After driving for a long while, he stopped by a phone booth. He smiling, his teeth showing his pearly whites, letting out a small laugh every now and again. A voice on the other side of the phone, which very much to Harry, sounds extremely alluring. Harry doesn't really stutter ever, but whether it be on the phone, or in person, Harry acts like a, what he is, a lovestruck teen. That doesn't know how to act.
"You ready for tomorrow?"
The voice of the girl on the other side, lets out a giggle.
"What's tomorrow Harry?"
"You forgot?"
Another giggle comes out from the other side of the phone, it makes Harry grow a tent inside of his pants.
"No… but it won't be bad if I wanted to hear want could happen tomorrow?"
Her voice no matter how much Harry hears it, he just cant get enough of it.
"I'm going to take you up the hill site at night, when the stars are bright. We will sit in my, J-series. The wind will hit our face and we'll look up for a while before, we press our lips together and kiss, long and hard, before..."
Tick! Tick! Tick!
"Damn, I got to go Aniqua, me and my dads on a job, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Set your clock to seven. That's when I'll pick you up."
Unbeknownst to Harry that day would never come. She'll be standing at her porch for three hours, her family finally comforting her after she comes inside face full of tears. After a year being together, Harry has went to their neighborhood many times and got the respect of many of Aniqua's peers. Harold looked into his mind once and found out he was in love with a colored girl, that made him mad.
They had a conversation together, Harold trying to 'change his mind', by hypnotising him. Harry has been through the wringer with the brainwash so it didn't work with him. That night he left the house with the other car that they previously had a green truck, lifted a little bit above the ground, resembling a 1990 ford f150. He went to a restaurant in the black neighborhood. He didn't even know he went to a black hood. He was getting weird looks the whole time, that Aniqua, unknown to Harry worked at, she took his order, but he asked for her number. Slowly the relationship bloomed.
"You better, plus my parents are saying that they want to meet you again. You just know how to get them smiling, huh."
"Learned that from someone that raised me."
A hint of animosity in his voice, but Aniqua doesn't catch it.
"Well, we should meet, they can give me some pointers, I can make them brighter during the day."
Aniqua says in a voice that sounds more casual and playful.
'That person that raised me, was my father. you wont be meeting them. EVER.'
"Okay, Aniqua, Im leaving now, before my father loses his mind."
"When will I meet your father anywa--"
"See you tomorrow's night!"
Slam!
Cutting her off. Harry slams the phone onto the receiver. Ending the call abruptly.
'I understand your intention Aniqua, but my father will never understand my love for you, and he'll always say that he disapproves of my love for you.'
That's Harry thought, shaking his head as he turns out of the phone box.
Walking out of a phone box, the sliding door, already open, some people could already here their conversation as they passed by. Not many passed at this time though, since the time of the night, only a few amount of people were passing.
The car parked right next to the curb, in the designated parking area. People passed by looking at it in awe, some even debated stealing it from the owner, but eventually left.
Harry hops over the door into the car, into the seat. After a quick re-adjusting of himself into the seat, he stick the key into the ignition and turns the key starting the car. Waiting for a minute, giving the car time to warm-up, he puts the car into drive and steps on the pedal.
It takes less than fifteen minutes for Harry to make it all the way back from the place he was at. Which was just about less that a mile away, Harry just took a quick drive around to see if he could buy some flowers, but at this time many of the stores were closed.
Heading over to pull up to the valet area where he was first at, around an hour ago. He found no one to hold his car for him, so he took a quick Look around the place and found a large parking garage.
He took a U-turn and headed over to the entrance to the parking garage. A guard was there reading a newspaper. And eating some food, but the window is super smudgy, so it's difficult to see what is it. What Harry can see, is a man bring a spoon to his face then back down.
"Sir, can I park my car here?"
Harry says as he drives up beside the booth of the security.
"Yes, but since your not an employee there is a fee per car, this is usually the case with all cars. They have to pay a fee, but mostly employees that park the car make the charge fee less."
The security guard, with a white button up, with a small bloch of brown with a rice on his shirt.
The security also has a unusually long beard. The stretches just past his neck, blocking Harry from seeing it. He is also wearing some round, black glasses. Seems to be prescribed reading glasses. He looks to be about the same height of Harry, or a tad bit shorter.
"I can pay the fee."
The security guard moves closer to the smudgy window, looking through it getting a clear look into his face, then looking down towards the car. He nods his head then speaks.
"Price is twenty dollars."
"Damn! Twenty."
Harry says as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wallet and a crisp twenty dollar bill.
The security guard looks surprised at the 20 dollar bill, before getting out of the booth, grabbing the bill and moving an orange cone that was in the way of the garage.
Thanking the man as Harry drives into the garage. He takes a few minutes driving around the garage before finding a spot.
He leans up, looking down at the ground of the parking space. All parking spaces have a number it seems, not really needed but I guess they just have it.
227, that's the number was added to the parking.
As he sits back down, he hears something like a metal clang against the ground. He turns around, looking around the area. Nothing, he doesn't find anything. He shrugs it off and pulls into the parking.
He hops out of the car and stands up, straightening himself out. After that he stops, taking a looks around. He finds the place he entered through and heads over there.
Passing car after car, he looks down at the ground, as he walks. Harry has the thing where he's scared of stepping on insects. It's pretty dim, but he narrows his eyes to try and combat it.
As he passes through a car, a shine catches his eye, right behind his foot. It extends from under one of the cars, lifted off of the ground.
In a quick move, the shine tries to hit Harry's ankle. He picks up his leg and stomps down onto the shiny object.
The shine hits the ground, and breaks making a clanging sound.
"Shit!"
A male voice is heard from under that car and shuffles are heard, soon after a dark silhouette pops up from the other side of the car.
"What is this?"
Harry says as he reaches down and grabs the shiny object:
"Nevermind, it's a sharp part of the knife."
The culprit tries to run, getting behind a car and weaving through them. Not far behind him is Harry, with the sharp side of the knife still with him.
"Stop!"
A yell that vibrates through the garage.
'God, why is he so fast?'
Harry and the man both see the exit of the garage, the place Harry entered from.
In a few seconds, the man could escape. Harry squeezed his hands and he feels the sharp pain of the blade. He forgot about it. A smile grows on his face.
Cocking his arm back and throwing the blade. He throws the blade, he aimed for his lower thigh, but as he was running his leg extended back, and his foot blocked the path. Making the blade land inside the sole of his foot.
The man strides once more before he can feel the pain in his foot and steps onto the ground, pushing the blade deeper into the foot. Making the man tumble right beside the security guard booth.
The security guard sees the man fall in front of his booth, he gets off of his seat and Harry appears from right behind him.
"What the hell?!"
The security guard rushes out from beside the door of the booth. Harry comes out of the dim lit garage, his face covered in a small amount of sweat. He wipes a little bit of sweat off of his forehead, before talking.
"Call the cops this guy just tried to cut my legs."
The guard looks at both of them, at the man on the ground. A white man, holding his foot, looking like he is rocking back and forth on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum, but he just in pain.
The man short, like not extremely short but shorter than both of the men. His hair, jet black and he's wearing a large brown coat and his short are, leaning toward the side of pants, with the fact it's stoping at his shins and his shoes soles look like it's covered in blood.
The guard now looks up toward Harry. His face looking baffled at the security guard who is just standing there.
"Hey, man..."
Harry says snapping his fingers bringing the guard back;
"... Call the cops."