Imperatrix

chapter 41

Rubbing his temples, Harry groaned. He could feel a headache coming on. For the past hour, he’d been trying hard to remember the face of the bike rider.

All he got was a headache whenever he even attempted remembering. He recalled her removing her helmet, but when he tried to focus and see it clearly, all he saw was the blue sky from when he’d fallen. Whatever she had shot him with had messed with his mind.

He thought by now he would have remembered, but that clearly was not the case. He was missing time. He couldn’t recall anything after he fell. And damn was it infuriating.

He shot up from his seat and walked all the way to Kane’s desk.

“Kane,” he said sitting down.

“Oh look who came to visit,” Kane said lifting his legs onto the desk. “I thought you didn’t like coming here.”

“I don’t because your desk is always cluttered.”

“Neat freak. And, this is a very organized clutter for your information. I love my clutter,” Kane grumbled.

“Okay. That day you found me, did you see anything around me? Footprint? Anything at all?”

Kane stroked his jaw as he thought, “No, not really.”

Harry sighed in defeat.

“Oh wait, I think I did see something.”

“Really? What was it?” Harry asked leaning forward.

“A pigeon. It was sitting on your head. I think it pooped on you, something like that. Yeah.”

Harry scowled, “I’m being serious here Kane.”

“Okay, I’m sorry but I didn’t see anything suspicious.”

Harry got to his feet swearing under his breath, “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with you.”

“Where are you going?” Kane called out.

“Out.”

Harry didn’t look back as he left the precinct. First, he would go to the doctor that treated him, and then he would meet his informant.

•°•°•°•

The trip to the doctors place was a complete waste of time. So there he was seated in a coffee shop waiting for him.

Just then the bell jingled signalling the arrival of the guy. The man called himself D, just D. Harry sat upright as he approached.

D nodded at him and took a seat.

“You said you had some information for me?” Harry asked.

D folded his hands beneath the table and cocked his head as he watched the young guy.

Harry fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. There was something unsettling about D that put him on edge. D always wore a baseball cap and sunglasses no matter how bright or dark the day was. He could tell he was an elderly man. He had greying hair at the sides and sideburns. D had an intimidating aura about him. And though he couldn’t see through the glasses D wore, Harry always had the urge to look away when D glanced at him.

“Saturday, 9am, the docks,” D said in that deep rumbling voice of his. He had an accent Harry couldn’t place his finger on.

“The docks, what’s happening at the docks?”

“That’s for you to find out detective.”

Harry leaned his elbows on the table and glanced out the window, “Anything else I should know?” he asked looking back at him.