I Made A Deal With An Old Man In A Food Court Bathroom

Part 17

"Actually, I do!", I responded, "I don't know your name, but you're that lady cop from the day my friends and I were arrested."

"Well, I'm not a cop anymore, but you are right! My name is Stacy. Now, get in!", she said, as she slid to the other side of the seat.

"I just got back less than 30 minutes ago, how the fuck did you know I was even here?", I asked.

"Watch your mouth, kid.", Tony said.

"Tony and I were at the gas station on the corner, and saw you and your friends walking down the street.

I saw you go into the alley, so we drove over there, and I sent Tony in to get you, and bring you to me, so we can talk.", she answered.

"I gotta catch up to my friends.", I said again.

"Yes! Your friends! That's actually what I want to talk to you about.", she stated.

"I told you!, That's not gonna happen, kid!", Tony said aggressively from behind me, as he opened the door, shoved me into the car, then shut the door.

"Tony!", Stacy yelled, "That's enough!"

"Sorry, Sis", he responded.

"Wait!, you two are brother and sister?", I asked.

"Step-Brother and sister", Stacy answered, "It's a long story."

"Oh!, why aren't you a cop anymore", I asked curiously.

Tony then walked around the front of the car, opened the drivers side door, got in, put his seatbelt on, started the car, and began to drive off down the road.

"Where are we going?", I asked nervously.

"Relax! No ones gonna hurt you", She assured me, smiling.

I began to nervously look out the windows, turning my head to look out each one.

After a minute or so, Stacy said, "Ok! I'll tell you why I'm not a cop anymore, but then you have to answer all of my questions truthfully, Deal?"

"Please, don't say that word, the last time I made one of those, I inadvertently sold my soul, and ended up in this mess." I replied.

"I know, right", she said, "Sorry, bad choice of words."

I just looked at her funny.

She then rolled up her sleeve and extended her right arm to me, "Look at my arm!", she said.

"I don't see anything!", I stated.

"That's right! No one can see it, I keep forgetting about that.", she replied, "There's a number flashing on my arm. It's been there since the day I sold my soul, I think it's some kind of counter. The number decreases by one every day. Today, the number is 37!"

"You sold your soul too?", I asked.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to.", she answered.

"Yeah, I didn't mean to either. This old man...", I started.

"The Seeker", Stacy said interrupting me.

"Yeah", I replied.

"That guy is creepy", she stated, and then continued, "About seven years ago, I was completely obsessed with the TV show "Cagney and Lacey", ever since it first came on."

Now, I had seen that show before. It really wasn't for me. It was more of a girl show.

Anyway, She continued by saying, "I was watching the latest episode one Monday night, and I just blurted out, without even thinking, I'd sell my soul to be a cop. The door bell rang, I answered the door, and that old guy was standing there, and, well, if you actually sold your soul, then you know what happened next."