Code Name : Catherine

Chapter 5

        "Catherine, I need you to drive this order to the police station." The coffee shop's manager instructed to me. He was a lazy man and I got the feeling that he enjoyed bossing arround the new girl.

        I looked at him and arched an eyebrow, "Since when do we deliver?"

        "Since the Police there ordered something to drink." His smugly smile stretching across his face as he tossed the tray where I had to put the coffee in onto the the counter in front of me.

         I rolled my eyes, "Fine. This wasn't in my job descriptions you know?" I joked.

        "I know... That's why you call it cheap labour." He laughed.

        I chuckled and finished wiping the counter clean. I heard the manager vaguely telling me that he was going to get the coffee.

        I had stared at the door the whole day, Nick hadn't come in to get coffee that day. The strange thing was that he always came for coffee. Why would that day be any different?

        Maybe he was trying to avoid me.

        I thought about what had happened. I tried to scrutinize every step I took to figure out whether I had done anything wrong, but I couldn't find anything. Had I insulted him? Invaded his privacy? To me all of the events that happened were a consiquence of unfamiliar circumstances.

        The manager broke my train of thought as he placed the 4 coffee cups in their holder in front of me, "Stop day-dreaming,Gray. This is the real world."

        "Sorry, it won't happen again." I apologised. My reality felt like a dream though, he just didn't know it. It was all just a bad dream.

        The manager returned with a set of keys and handed them to me, "here."

        "What are these for?" I asked confused.

        "You weren't planning on walking to the police station were you?" He arched an eyebrow. For some reason Tom, the manager, always found away to ridicule me. It was a bit irritating, the worst part was that he only did it to me... Which I don't understand why, I've never done anything wrong to him.

        "Oh." Was all I could say. I snatched the keys out of his hand, grabbed the coffee cups and headed to the door. I was struggled to open it when Tom opened it for me.

        "Thanks," I was surprised at his kindness, "that's really nice of you."

        "It's better than having stock spilled on the ground." He said and I immediately took back calling him nice. I walked to the parking lot without another word.

        The police station was creepy, I'd never been in there before. There were cops everywhere and crying people and people in cuffs... For a second I imagined myself in cuffs for not talking about Michael's murder. I quickly shook that thought out of my head as I knew that that could be a possibility. I moved towards the front desk and there was a lady in her full police uniform standing there, already looking at me.

        "Uh, hello." I said awkwardly.

        "Hi, what can I help you with?" She asked.

        "Oh nothing... I mean yes you can... I mean it's not for me," I was nervous. The station scared me. I took a deep breath and started again, "I'm just here to deliver this coffee."

        "For who?" She got to the point fast and didn't even bother with meaningless chit-chat.

        I quickly checked the note pad I had and read out the name, "Mr..... Payton? Yup, Mr Payton."

        "Okay," she said, "Detective Payton's office is through there."

        She directed me there and left me to figure it out. I walked down the hall and stood at a door where 'Detective Payton' was written. I knocked on the door several times but no answer. I walked in and left the coffee on the table and left. Tom had told me that the Detective had a tab at the coffee shop so I shouldn't worry if he didn't pay me.

I left the room and closed the door behind me. I made my way back to the front desk, thanked the lady and left. I really didn't want to see another police station in my life again.