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candy I lived with.
I headed downstairs, and ducked behind the
reception desk to look for the car keys. They weren’t hard to find.
They were in the top drawer... unlocked like everything else in the
building appeared to be. As there didn’t seem to be anything to
sign them out with, and Cupid was nowhere in sight, I scribbled a
note on a Post-it and left it in the space where the key had come
from.
Outside, the humidity had yet to subside,
even though the sun seemed to have long since set. The gardens were
buzzing with the chirping night insects, and I had to swat away a
few mosquitoes that had yet to disappear for the night. I could
still hear the noise drifting over from Bourbon Street, but
otherwise, it was a nice, peaceful night.
I neared the fleet of Yukons and pressed the
button on the central locking. The buildings could be kept
unlocked, but cars as expensive as this would definitely include an
auto-lock device and an immobilizer. Two cars along the lights
flashed at me.
Back in my previous life I was used to
driving an old Jeep, so the height wasn’t an issue for me. The
amount of buttons and options in the car were a little overwhelming
though, and I was tempted to pull the handbook out and give it a
once over. However, the thought of being spotted by any one of the
males I lived with soon put a stop to that idea.
I started the car and glanced at the
dashboard. It was only 9pm so there was still a good chance that I
should be able to find Joshua and that he should still be awake. I
leaned over and fiddled with the radio, finding a station that
played the current hits.
After locating the control for the gates, I
backed out and set off into New Orleans. I wasn’t sure where I was
headed. I had contemplated walking down Bourbon Street first to
check out the bars in case Joshua was there, but my gut was telling
me a car ride was in order, otherwise it would be a very long
walk.
I wasn’t really paying much attention to
where I was going, only on what the traffic in front of me was
doing, as I sang along to a song I knew. As such, I was a little
surprised when I found myself outside the police station I had been
in that morning.
I found a spot to park and pulled over,
staring up at the gray building. Great: he had been arrested
again.
I jumped out of the car and crossed the road,
heading for the visitors entrance. Whereas earlier today, it had
been a young woman on the front desk, it was now a bored looking
man. Give it a couple of hours and I bet he would be busier.
I walked over and gave him my best smile.
“Hi,” I beamed. “I know it’s late, but I was hoping I could visit
Joshua Walsh?”
The man gave me the once over and frowned.
“Josh?”
“If it’s not too much trouble,” I pressed,
keeping my expression pleasant.
“Take a seat,” he sighed, before disappearing
into the back.
I wandered over to the waiting area, but
instead of sitting, studied the collection of wanted posters on the
wall. There were far too many for my liking.
I knew he was behind me before he spoke, and
I turned. I had been expecting someone to come to take me to the
cells or something – not him to be standing there, arms folded,
staring at me. ‘Oh!” I exclaimed, dumbly. “I wasn’t expecting to
see you so easily.”
He gave me a confused look. “Yet you came to
the precinct?”
I took a deep breath. “I wanted to come and
talk to you about this morning. I didn’t mean for you to be
arrested.” I peered past him at the guy behind the reception desk.
He was leaning forward, trying to hear what was being said. “Is
there somewhere more private we can go?”
Joshua glanced over his
shoulder. When he turned back to me, he sighed and nodded. “I’m
going for a walk. Tell Leon that if he needs me, I have my phone,”
he told the officer.
I followed him out of the precinct in
confusion. “They just let you walk out of there?” I blurted out as
we moved onto the sidewalk.
He turned his head,
candy I lived with.
I headed downstairs, and ducked behind the
reception desk to look for the car keys. They weren’t hard to find.
They were in the top drawer... unlocked like everything else in the
building appeared to be. As there didn’t seem to be anything to
sign them out with, and Cupid was nowhere in sight, I scribbled a
note on a Post-it and left it in the space where the key had come
from.
Outside, the humidity had yet to subside,
even though the sun seemed to have long since set. The gardens were
buzzing with the chirping night insects, and I had to swat away a
few mosquitoes that had yet to disappear for the night. I could
still hear the noise drifting over from Bourbon Street, but
otherwise, it was a nice, peaceful night.
I neared the fleet of Yukons and pressed the
button on the central locking. The buildings could be kept
unlocked, but cars as expensive as this would definitely include an
auto-lock device and an immobilizer. Two cars along the lights
flashed at me.
Back in my previous life I was used to
driving an old Jeep, so the height wasn’t an issue for me. The
amount of buttons and options in the car were a little overwhelming
though, and I was tempted to pull the handbook out and give it a
once over. However, the thought of being spotted by any one of the
males I lived with soon put a stop to that idea.
I started the car and glanced at the
dashboard. It was only 9pm so there was still a good chance that I
should be able to find Joshua and that he should still be awake. I
leaned over and fiddled with the radio, finding a station that
played the current hits.
After locating the control for the gates, I
backed out and set off into New Orleans. I wasn’t sure where I was
headed. I had contemplated walking down Bourbon Street first to
check out the bars in case Joshua was there, but my gut was telling
me a car ride was in order, otherwise it would be a very long
walk.
I wasn’t really paying much attention to
where I was going, only on what the traffic in front of me was
doing, as I sang along to a song I knew. As such, I was a little
surprised when I found myself outside the police station I had been
in that morning.
I found a spot to park and pulled over,
staring up at the gray building. Great: he had been arrested
again.
I jumped out of the car and crossed the road,
heading for the visitors entrance. Whereas earlier today, it had
been a young woman on the front desk, it was now a bored looking
man. Give it a couple of hours and I bet he would be busier.
I walked over and gave him my best smile.
“Hi,” I beamed. “I know it’s late, but I was hoping I could visit
Joshua Walsh?”
The man gave me the once over and frowned.
“Josh?”
“If it’s not too much trouble,” I pressed,
keeping my expression pleasant.
“Take a seat,” he sighed, before disappearing
into the back.
I wandered over to the waiting area, but
instead of sitting, studied the collection of wanted posters on the
wall. There were far too many for my liking.
I knew he was behind me before he spoke, and
I turned. I had been expecting someone to come to take me to the
cells or something – not him to be standing there, arms folded,
staring at me. ‘Oh!” I exclaimed, dumbly. “I wasn’t expecting to
see you so easily.”
He gave me a confused look. “Yet you came to
the precinct?”
I took a deep breath. “I wanted to come and
talk to you about this morning. I didn’t mean for you to be
arrested.” I peered past him at the guy behind the reception desk.
He was leaning forward, trying to hear what was being said. “Is
there somewhere more private we can go?”
Joshua glanced over his
shoulder. When he turned back to me, he sighed and nodded. “I’m
going for a walk. Tell Leon that if he needs me, I have my phone,”
he told the officer.
I followed him out of the precinct in
confusion. “They just let you walk out of there?” I blurted out as
we moved onto the sidewalk.
He turned his head,
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