Fred sat at his desk in the all but empty office. Most of the staff had left early since it was Friday and business was at a standstill it seemed, no one was buying and only a handful of people came through in a week looking for rentals. He had most of his work done but still needed to check his ad in the evening paper and make sure it had everything listed right before he could leave for the night. He went to the paper’s website and decided to take a quick look at the headlines; maybe gain himself an extra 15 minutes of pay.
There was a story on the serial killer who had already murdered four women at least and Fred scanned through that. When he reached the end of the article and saw the sketch of the suspect his heart skipped. “I swear that is the man I showed the trailer rental to just a day or two ago,” he thought. Heart beginning to race he opened up his current clients file and found one for Matthew Plumber.
Fred’s hands were shaking as he scanned through the file. Not thinking he picked up the phone and instantly dialed the ad department at the newspaper, one of the few numbers he knew by heart. When they answered he asked to be connected to the newsroom. He looked back to the computer and found the byline and was ready to ask for Jack Watson.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – leave