Chapter 1
He had to be about eight years old the last time he climbed a tree.
From the looks of it, the tree had little greenery and probably would
not be able to hide the body of a grown man, but he had nothing to
fear. He not only climbed up to the highest point of the tree at ease,
but he got up there comfortably enough to be able to stand securely
without disturbing a leaf. The branches did hide him well, their dark
green leaves brushed into his dark clothes in a protective canopy as
he looked on. He was far enough away to be completely invisible but
close enough to effectively survey the scene.
He peered through the branches into the night at the light show
extravaganza of red and blue. People stood around the targeted stop,
the store, with the yellow caution tape already in its proper place.
They were staring, of course at all the activity—or really, the lack
thereof. The police officers standing around their cars were speaking
with bystanders on the street, who responded mostly with shrugs and
fingers pointing in different directions. He steadied himself up in the
tree as he tried to make out their conversations to his amusement.
“You didn’t hear anything?” The cop asked the smaller man in front
of him.
“No, there were no alarms.” The smaller man had traces of a
middle-Eastern accent, and the officer looked annoyed with him.
By the stumbling in his speech he could not provide more detailed
answers. The onlooker in the tree looked to the other man who was
being questioned by another officer, an African-American woman
with a more persistent tone.
“Sir, are you the one who dialed nine-one-one?” she asked.
“Yes, that was me,” said the man, tall with long hair.
“Can you give us more detail of how you discovered there was a
robbery?”
“I work at the auto shop; I was there finishing work on a car real late
when I decided I wanted to take a smoke break. I went outside and I
saw a shadow or something move by the shop window. When it was
gone there was this huge hole in the glass, it was a perfect circle that
looked like it was cut by hand and I thought someone broke in there.
I didn’t actually see if it was a person, because if it was a person the
store alarms would go off, but they didn’t. It still didn’t look right so I
decided to call the police.”
The police officers jotted some things down while the figure way
away in the tree watched and listened, very amused, but still very
quiet.
“Did you see anybody in the area at all?”
“No,” the man answered. “I didn’t see anything. By the time I got to
the phone, made the call, and came running back I didn’t see or hear
anything else. I think whoever it was was gone.”
The police officers started to walk around the area, checking at and
around the yellow tape and peering through the windows. The door
had been open and kept open while an older man wearing sweat
clothes, presumably the owner, stood by and held himself in the cool
night air. In the tree, the figure could not make out if they were saying
anything else, but the police officers and the man gestured to the
shop a couple of times before they all went in.
The figure in the tree lingered, his feet resting on the branches
comfortably. The bystanders of the night realized there was nothing
else to look at and retired home. The authorities of the scene were
busy trying to fit the pieces together on the inside, and would probably
remain there for however long it took for them to draw conclusions
and tips. He sunk lower and grabbed a hold of the lower branches,
then very carefully walked himself down. His car was parked on the
other side of the street, mingled among those at a pub whose last
visitors no doubt were too intoxicated and had to leave their vehicles
for the night. He unmasked himself and finger-brushed his hair, then
scurried across the street to the pub parking lot and got in his car. The
streets were empty, the area was dead, and he decided the action he
got tonight was satisfactory.
© Jackie Sonnenberg
Artwork credit Matt Lyons
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