Agent With a Shotgun

Fourteen

"I don't understand," Amelia said, "what antique shop owner has opening hours starting at 6 p.m. when every other shop on the fucking block has normal hours. I mean, who the hell is out shopping for antiques at that time. I know I wouldn't." They had been parked across from the store for almost 5 hours now waiting for the shop owner to get there. When they were there three days ago, the had failed to notice the hours of operation for the antique store that had the only useful looking camera on the building. And needless to say, after 5 hours of being stuck in a car, Amelia was both annoyed and hungry.

Longtime stakeouts were never her thing, her patience level was not the best. Especially when sitting for long periods of time were involved.

"Calm down," Colton said, adjusting the sunglasses that now sat on his nose, "why don't you eat some of the snacks from the glove compartment that are still there? That should hold you over till we get back to the cabin."

Amelia folder her arms over her chest with a pout, grumbling, "I ate all the brownies in there. And I want brownies."

Colton didn't say anything as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out two cosmic brownies, handing them to her without looking, "Here."

Amelias' eyes widened in surprise, taking the brownies, "Did you have these in your pocket the whole time?"

"Yup," Colton nodded, "I had a feeling we could be waiting for at least a little while so before we left I put a couple more in my pocket in case. I didn't expect 5 hours but, I figured you would say you wanted those. You're pretty predictable."

Amelia grumbled again, "Am not." This time Colton chuckled lightly, Amelia was very moody when she was hungry, "You are when it comes to your snacks. Now eat those and hold tight just a little while longer, the shop owner should be here soon. It is almost 5:30."

Amelia mumbled a few things to herself before opening one of the packages and popping a piece of the chocolate brownie into her mouth, humming in satisfaction. She continued eating the brownie, making noises of delight as she ate.

Sliding her eyes over to Colton, she saw that he was already looking at her, head tilted down slightly with his eyes peering over at her over his sunglasses. An amused smirk was on his face as she was proving his point from earlier.

"Shut up." She grumbled to him when she saw the smirk on his face, her own lips dropping into a pout as she knew she just proved him right. Her statement caused Colton to chuckle before he turned his head back to the direction of the shop.

The two went back to sitting in silence, Amelias' chewing was the only thing that could be heard. She hummed in satisfaction once finished with both of the brownies.

"Okay," She started, "you may have been right about the brownies. But never speak of it." She gave him a pointed look, receiving a small laugh and nod in response. Coltons' gaze returned to the building before him before he motioned forward with his head.

"Look," He said, causing Amelia to turn and look, "someone's going into the shop. Let's go." A man that looked to be in his mid-fifties was walking the front door of the antique store, pulling a key out from his coat pocket to unlock the front door.

"Finally." Amelia said in relief, opening the car door and making her way out, Colton doing the same.

They both made their way across the street towards the store, stopping once right outside.

"Okay," Colton said, turning to face Amelia, "I'll go in and talk to him about looking at his security footage. Hopefully the video is as good as we're hoping it is. Are you okay with waiting out here for a few minutes?"