My civilisation (D.D)

Forty six: Following Peter.

As Denise was stitching up my wound I couldn't help but question her about Peter. I needed answers.

There was something strange about him.

He would always leave Alexandria at a certain time and come back looking very suspicious.

And if he was a threat to my family. I needed to know.

"Denise?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you know about Peter?"

"Peter?"

"Peter. The creepy guy."

"Well I don't know much about him. He seems polite enough." She shrugged.

"But what do you know about him?"

"He hasn't been here that long."

"Well what was he like when you found him?"

"He was in good shape actually. Accept he had a nasty red mark on his forehead. Which he never lets anyone see. Thats why he has a fringe. So I suppose that's a little weird. But I don't question it."

"What sort of red mark?"

"I thought it was a letter at first but I can't imagine why someone would be drawing letters on their foreheads."

"Thank you." I smiled jumping of the chair once she had finished stitching my cheek.

"For what?"

"You've been a great help."

I just needed to see what was on his head.

***

Crouching down behind one of the houses did I watch Peter through his window.

I felt like a stalker but I would find out who he is.

So far he had done nothing out of the ordinary until he grabbed a red marker pen.

Bingo.

He was drawing something on his forehead.

He was defiantly up to something.

About half an hour had passed until he left his dinky little house.

His hair was messy and now reached his shoulders. It hung loosely around his face and he was sweating so badly I could even see sweat patches from where I was.

Lovely.

He ran a hand through his hair as he looked around to make sure no one was watching before he pulled out an envelope from his jean pocket.

I squinted my eyes to try and see him clearer as the sun was making it hard to see as the sunlight was beaming on my face.