[center][h1][color=fff200]The Creep[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=fff200]Outside Club Carousel[/color][/h2][/center]
[i]“So what say you?”[/i]

The man stammered, clammy hands rubbing insistently at his sides. He eyed the pistol with wide, bloodshot eyes. “Come on now, officer. I-I-I didn’t do nothin’, I swear it.” He moved restlessly foot to foot. “You’re wasting time! You’re wasting her time! You should be in there, protecting her, why aren’t you in there, protecting her?!” He swore, running his hands through his sparse hairline. “I didn’t want to be a part of this, I didn’t want anything to do with this, officer, you hear me? It’s not my fault. It was an accident, I had to protect her!”


 He sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I-I I’ll tell you what I know, I’ll do it. I’ll do it for her. I uh… I uh… I guess I was following the lady, ‘escorting’ her back home, you could say. Makin’ sure she made it home safe, okay? But she  didn’t go home, not to the home I know her to go to, yeah? She gets in the car with this cop, at the end of the day, she ends up back at his apartment. She… she… she..  Ah fuck.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m no creep, okay, officer? I’m no creep. Just a man in love, alright? Once I got the money, I’m gonna get her out of this life.” He eyed Cal’s piece again, and stuttered back into his story.  “But uh…. Uh… I wasn’t the only one watchin’, you see. I was … I was watchin’ the window, I see her in the window,” He gestures emphatically with his hands as he speaks, “I look down, and there’s a man, he’s got a stark white coat on, yeah? A trench coat. He’s  lookin’ up at her too. Couldn’t see his face, but I know he was watchin’ her, all intense-like. Was there for a -long- time too. ‘Till the detective came to the window to close it, when I looked back down the guy was gone! I knew. That’s when I knew she was next!”