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headed back to the heart of the Gothic Quarter as I slumped deeper into my seat.
As we passed by the coffee shop, I noticed Reptile Eyes seated at an outdoor table with a cup of espresso and a magazine. “That’s the guy!” I motioned to the table as Eduardo slowed the car down. “That’s the one who keeps staring at me!”
“Oh, I have seen him before! Okay, I have an idea.” Eduardo parallel parked the car two blocks away from Dario’s Cappuccino Boutique and undid his seat belt.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Not you. Just me.” He grabbed his clipboard from the backseat. “I’m going to find out who this guy is. You wait here. Put your sunglasses on. I don’t want him to see you.”
Discreetly, I slipped my sunglasses on as Eduardo dove out of the car to confront Reptile Eyes.
Chapter 9
Through the prism of my sunglasses, I tried to see what was going on between Eduardo and Reptile Eyes. Smoothly, Eduardo appeared to have the man’s attention and had pulled up a chair at his table. I watched as Eduardo spoke with animated hands, no doubt explaining the importance of preserving the park. Reptile Eyes was nodding, the first glimpse of humanity I had ever witnessed on his face. I held my breath as Eduardo handed the pen over and the man held it tentatively in his hands. Sign it, damn it! Just sign it so I know who you are!
My whole body deflated with a relieved exhalation as Reptile Eyes signed the petition. Staying in character, Eduardo shook hands with the man and then approached another passerby on the street. Hurry, Eduardo! I didn’t think I could stand the suspense another minute. But Reptile Eyes seemed to be watching Eduardo’s every move. Getting a few more signatures would make Eduardo seem authentic and prevent Reptile Eyes from seeing through the guise of a park petition. Hopefully. I touched my hand to my forehead, feeling a tension headache shoot through my temples.
Finally, Eduardo started walking in the direction of the car just when I thought my head might split open. “Well, what’s his name?” I demanded as Eduardo was sliding onto the seat.
Prudently, he closed the door and sound proofed the car before stating, “Jorge Canton.”
“What?!” I shrieked, my tension headache transforming into a migraine. “Jorge Canton? That’s impossible! Let me see the petition!”
Eduardo leaned over and pointed to the signature on the petition. “Why do you seem so shocked by that name?”
“Because Jorge Canton is dead! And if he were alive, he wouldn’t be in his fifties! He would be much older!”
“Okay, relax, take it slow and tell me who Jorge Canton is…or was.” Eduardo merged onto the road and made a U-turn towards the Flores Inn.
“He’s one of the names on the lis t that my grandmother gave me.”
“Okay, and what was his relationship to your aunt?” Eduardo asked calmly as my nerves continued to race.
“He was her boyfriend. But my aunt was 26 when she was murdered. That was 52 years ago, so she would be 78 if she were alive today. How could that man have been her boyfriend? He was born around the time she was murdered.” I figured the math as my head throbbed.
“Okay, obviously that Jorge Canton is not the same one who your aunt dated. Maybe he could be the son? Jorge Canton, Jr.?” Eduardo reasoned as a lightbulb switched on in my head.
“Jorge Canton, Jr. That makes perfect sense!” My thrill at making the connection was short-lived as deep dread circulated through my blood. “If that Reptile Eyes really is Jorge Canton, Jr., then it hasn’t been my imagination that he’s been singling me out. He must have a reason to be giving me those evil looks and he must be the one behind those notes.”
“I think so too, Marlena. I got a very creepy feeling from the guy when I was talking to him. He was looking at me yet sort of looking through me. I can’t explain it. We
As we passed by the coffee shop, I noticed Reptile Eyes seated at an outdoor table with a cup of espresso and a magazine. “That’s the guy!” I motioned to the table as Eduardo slowed the car down. “That’s the one who keeps staring at me!”
“Oh, I have seen him before! Okay, I have an idea.” Eduardo parallel parked the car two blocks away from Dario’s Cappuccino Boutique and undid his seat belt.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Not you. Just me.” He grabbed his clipboard from the backseat. “I’m going to find out who this guy is. You wait here. Put your sunglasses on. I don’t want him to see you.”
Discreetly, I slipped my sunglasses on as Eduardo dove out of the car to confront Reptile Eyes.
Chapter 9
Through the prism of my sunglasses, I tried to see what was going on between Eduardo and Reptile Eyes. Smoothly, Eduardo appeared to have the man’s attention and had pulled up a chair at his table. I watched as Eduardo spoke with animated hands, no doubt explaining the importance of preserving the park. Reptile Eyes was nodding, the first glimpse of humanity I had ever witnessed on his face. I held my breath as Eduardo handed the pen over and the man held it tentatively in his hands. Sign it, damn it! Just sign it so I know who you are!
My whole body deflated with a relieved exhalation as Reptile Eyes signed the petition. Staying in character, Eduardo shook hands with the man and then approached another passerby on the street. Hurry, Eduardo! I didn’t think I could stand the suspense another minute. But Reptile Eyes seemed to be watching Eduardo’s every move. Getting a few more signatures would make Eduardo seem authentic and prevent Reptile Eyes from seeing through the guise of a park petition. Hopefully. I touched my hand to my forehead, feeling a tension headache shoot through my temples.
Finally, Eduardo started walking in the direction of the car just when I thought my head might split open. “Well, what’s his name?” I demanded as Eduardo was sliding onto the seat.
Prudently, he closed the door and sound proofed the car before stating, “Jorge Canton.”
“What?!” I shrieked, my tension headache transforming into a migraine. “Jorge Canton? That’s impossible! Let me see the petition!”
Eduardo leaned over and pointed to the signature on the petition. “Why do you seem so shocked by that name?”
“Because Jorge Canton is dead! And if he were alive, he wouldn’t be in his fifties! He would be much older!”
“Okay, relax, take it slow and tell me who Jorge Canton is…or was.” Eduardo merged onto the road and made a U-turn towards the Flores Inn.
“He’s one of the names on the lis t that my grandmother gave me.”
“Okay, and what was his relationship to your aunt?” Eduardo asked calmly as my nerves continued to race.
“He was her boyfriend. But my aunt was 26 when she was murdered. That was 52 years ago, so she would be 78 if she were alive today. How could that man have been her boyfriend? He was born around the time she was murdered.” I figured the math as my head throbbed.
“Okay, obviously that Jorge Canton is not the same one who your aunt dated. Maybe he could be the son? Jorge Canton, Jr.?” Eduardo reasoned as a lightbulb switched on in my head.
“Jorge Canton, Jr. That makes perfect sense!” My thrill at making the connection was short-lived as deep dread circulated through my blood. “If that Reptile Eyes really is Jorge Canton, Jr., then it hasn’t been my imagination that he’s been singling me out. He must have a reason to be giving me those evil looks and he must be the one behind those notes.”
“I think so too, Marlena. I got a very creepy feeling from the guy when I was talking to him. He was looking at me yet sort of looking through me. I can’t explain it. We
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