Leo swayed as he moved along the sidewalk. The streets were now bare. Only a few street lamps gleamed in the sky. He stopped and leaned against the side of a building, trying to catch his breath. “Okay…I think I’m done…” A sense of relief started to come over him, a sense of tension dissipating like steam.
“There you are.” A hand fell onto Leo’s shoulder, and a cold wave cascaded over him. “You know, you shouldn’t run off like that. Come on. Let’s go back to the creepy, dark alleyway. Come on. Don’t make this any harder than it needs–”
“Excuse me. Just what do you two think you’re doing?” The police officer approached the two men.
Charles answered with a smile. “Why, hello offi–”
“IDs. Come on.”
Charles stared at the policeman for a moment then sighed. He pulled out his wallet and handed him his ID card.
“You two realize it’s past curfew, correct?” The officer said, his eyes scanning the ID.
“Yes. Of course. It’s just that, this man here, he is in a lot of debt. And I’m working on behalf of the debtor to intimidate him.”
The officer stared up at Charles who simply smiled back. The officer then handed him back the ID. “Well, sorry to interrupt. Carry on.”
“Thank you sir.”
The police officer hopped back on his bicycle and rode off.
“Man, I’m getting a little tired of all these interruptions, aren’t you?”
Leo didn’t answer.
“You know what? I’m a little tired today. I think I’m going to head back home. But you get the idea, right? You owe Zepo Industries a lot of money and–”
“Yes, Leo. Zepo. Now–very rude, Leo–as I was saying–”
“I don’t owe them any more. I’ve paid off their loan.”
Charles shot him a look. “Leo…just pay them the money.”
“But I paid-off their loan the other week. No, I owe Birdhouse Inc. still…”
“Really?” Leo scratched his chin. “Huh. Well, I’m going to have to tell my boss that. How come you didn’t say anything sooner?”
Leo’s eyes drifted down to his feet. It felt like he was going to topple over onto the cement.
“Well, our company has a contract with Birdhouse so I imagine I’ll be seeing you again shortly. Anyway, goodnight Leo. Get some rest. I hear it’s good for you.”
Leo nodded and Charles walked away. Leo became the lone shadow underneath the streetlamps.
I’m not sure whether or not to continue with this series. I just started it on a whim. Meh. This part was written with a 12-minute and 15-second time limit.