A Helping Hand [GirlxGirl]

CH 7

Keith's POV

I pull into the grocery parking lot and spot her car.

'That's definitely her car but is she still here?'

I hop out my truck and walk into the store.  I flash my badge at a clerk behind the customer service desk.

"I need to speak to the manger." The pimply clerk freezes and gives me a guilty look.

"I don't like repeating myself. Go fetch a manger, you little shit. You're hindering a police investigation."  Pimple boy jolts out his seat and runs to the back of the store. I hear his sneakers slapping down the aisle.

'Power is exhilarating!'

I'm pulled out my head by a fat fuck who I'm going to assume is the manager. He's barely older than Pimple and dressed just as poorly.

"How may I help you, Officer?"

"It's actually Detective. I'm searching for a woman with white blond hair between 5'3" and 5'7" accompanied by a small child. Her Porsche Cayenne is parked in the lot."

"I've been here since 6 A.M. No one matching that description has entered. Also, that car was sitting out there when I came in."

"Is that right? I'm going to need to see your surveillance tapes. It's imperative that I find this Jane Doe."

"I don't think I can do that. At least, not without a warrant."

'Smart fucker! I blame Law and Order. Now everyone thinks their savvy.'

I smirk at tubby. "You don't really want to do that. We'd have to waste valuable time getting a warrant when you can voluntarily give me the tapes. She kidnapped the child. Do you want an innocent child's life on your shoulders?"

'He's gonna give up the tapes. Kids are everyone's soft spot.'

"Why didn't you say? Follow me, Detective." I follow behind Tubby and Pimple. We walk behind the bakery to a secluded room. It's a bit tight.

"Don't you have a counter to maintain?" I ask Pimple. He gets my not so subtle hint and makes himself scarce.

"Queue up the tapes from last night." I watch as Tubby turns into a DJ twisting the dials to rewind the tape. There are ten total cameras: six in the store and four outside. Around 10:23 P.M. the Porsche parks in the lot. Damien pops out the car. He speed walks into the store. Next, the frozen foods aisle camera picks him up. He's leading some lady out the store. I can't see her face but she's not Judith. Plus, their system is so antiquated that the monitors are black and white.

"Shit! Is there anyway to see her face?"

"I'll check, sir." Tubs synchs the time on all the monitors but the woman is still unknown.

'Damn. This bitch manage to avoid the cameras.'

"Wait a minute. She came back in the store ten minutes later. She still avoided the cameras but a clerk checked her out."

"Who's the clerk?"

'Finally, a break.'

"We're in luck. The clerk is Adam and he's due to work in twenty minutes."

"Good job, man. When Adam comes in, kindly direct him back here."

30 Minutes Later

"Adam, is it? My name is Detective Brady. I'm investigating a kidnapping. Could you describe this woman you rung up at 11:15 last night?" Adam looks scared shitless. His body looks like it's on vibrate.

"Uhhh. I mean. Uhhh, do I have a choice?" I get why the little puke is nervous. He smells like pot.

'They make it too easy.'

"Listen up, Tommy Chong. Give me a description and I won't drag your ass to the station on a possession charge." The threat makes Adam fidget more.

"Ok, man. She was hot! She has like flaming red hair and she's tall. I couldn't see her eyes cause she had sunglasses on. She bought first aid things. I don't know  anything else."

"Thanks for your cooperation. Run along to your job." Adam flees the room like the little cockroach he is.

I fast forward the tappes to get a look at this "hot" red head's car. It looks like she got into a Honda Civic. I can't make out the full plate but I get a partial reading on it.

'I'm Judith and your little Good Samaritan won't be able to keep you safe.'