June 15th 1972, Brooklyn, New York,
After stroming out of the precint, I had to blow off some steam. So, I headed down to the diner on Alice Court to grab a bite.I'm halfway through a meatball sub when I get this feeling. You know, that feeling you get when you feel like you're gettiong watched? yeah, i got that kinda felling. So, I turn around and noticed this person staring at me from across the diner. I couldn't tell wheather it was a boy or girl cause of the fact the person had on a jacket with a hood. So I turn back around and go about my buisness, finishing my food. A waitress comes by and takes my plate and I give her a fiver as a tip.
As I get up to leave the diner, I glance over in the direction i saw the person with the hood. They were still there, and still ataring at me. Again, I couldn't distinguish gender cause of the hood. So I look straight at the the guy, flash my badge, and walk out. I breathe a sigh of reilef. That was giving me the creeps. I start to walking back to my office. For about ten minutes, everything was fine. Then i got that feeling again. I looked behind me, and sure enough, there was the person with the hood. I'm starting to get irritated, so I walk faster. I look over my shoulder, and this guy is STILL following me. he's going at a medium paced jog to keep up. I decided I had had enough so round the corner into the nearest alley. As the guy rounds the corner I grab him by the arm and oull his hood off. i was slightly shocked to see a woman underneath the hood.
She immediatley started to fight my grip, but she wasn't going anywhere.
"Let go of me!," she shouted.
"first tell me why you were following me?" I asked.
"I can't tell you right now just let go!" She squirmed and and puched me in the chest.
For the first time I actually started looking at her. She was very beautiful. Deep Red hair, like fire almost. Her eyes weren't just dark, they were Black. Along with a pale complection.
"And just why can't you tell me?" I said.
She grinned slightly.
"Because you're preoccupied at the moment" she said, kicking me inbetween the legs.
I doubled over, letting go of her arm as all the air left my lungs. She bolted down the Alleway before I got a chance to catch up.
"Wait!" I called out, "what's your name!?"
As she was climbing over a fence at the end of the alleyway, she stopped swung her leg around the support beam on top and looked at me with a playful smile.
"Alice" she said.
And with that, she was gone.
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Brady: PI
Misteri / ThrillerThis is the beginning of a series I'm planning. Thirty two year old Kenneth W. Brady is a private investigator in New York City in the year 1972. For fourteen years, Kenneth has worked with the New York Police Department. When He is witness to a su...