Double Dates & Surveillance Vans
I laid my head back on the couch and listened to the noise machine for a moment.
“It’s like being in the ocean, Doc. It’s like enjoying the ocean all your life only to find out it’s been trying to kill you by pulling you down into the dark,” I said.
“The ocean isn’t trying to kill you, Henry,” Dr. Parstone said, “It’s just natural that it has a tide and under-tow and the like.”
I turned my head over to the guy, “You’re not very good at this are you?”
“I’m just a little nervous, Henry,” he said as he turned his notebook around. ‘I think the room is bugged’ were written in bold writing as he continued, “my wife is getting out of work soon and we’re supposed to go on a double date…”
“Double dates are fun,” I replied as I rose and began walking the room, “and what do you mean you think the room is bugged? Who would want to tap this shit-hole-sorry-office?”
Parstone’s eyes grew wide as he slid out of his chair onto the floor. His head nodded a few times toward the lamp on his desk.
“Can you get up? You’re embarrassing me…” I said as I walked over to the lamp. Sure enough, just inside the shade was a tiny black transmitter. “Hey, guys, how’s it going. Are you coming in, or are we having our date in your van? Also, you should know, Gwen is on maternity leave-like for forever-so, yeah, there’s that…”
I heard the van take off down the road before I got to the window.
“Fucking cowards…” I muttered before turning to the doctor, “You’re fine now. I’ll just get my things and go…”
I dropped the lamp on the floor and opened his Parstone’s desk, rummaging through it. I grabbed anything and everything I read that had anything to do with Gwen or me, and various spelling of our names. Before I knew it my arms were full of files that tipped over and fell to the floor.
“Hmmm, we may have to burn down the building, Dr. Parstone,” I said looking at the shaking man, “How do you feel about arson?”