Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 17
“Charlie,” Emma said softly, “you need to go to the police…” She paused for a moment, swallowed hard and then continued. “And you need to realize that Amorette might be lying to you.”
“You don’t really believe that do you?” asked Charlie, unable to keep the disgust out of his voice. He knew his sister was just trying to protect him, but he didn’t need protecting from Amorette and he definitely didn’t need is sister putting doubts in his head.
“I don’t want to, but you have to admit this is very strange,” answered Emma. She bit her lip. “Charlie, do you have feelings for Amorette.”
“No,” he answered quickly and then realized he answered too quickly as one of Emma’s eyebrows rose. “I mean … I don’t know. I feel a connection to her, even though we’ve just met. I feel I have to protect her and I just feel better when she’s around.”
Emma shook her head.
“Maybe that was cupid’s arrow she had in her hand,” she said sarcastically. “Charlie, no matter your feelings, be smart about this situation.”
Charlie nodded. “I will. In fact ..” he checked his watch, “… I bet Louie is at the station, I’ll give him a call.”
“That’s your detective friend, right?” asked Emma. “He hasn’t been in here for a while, tell him to drop by.”
“I will,” said Charlie as he pulled out his phone. Emma took this as her cue and left the booth and walked over to the bar.
“Detective Sanchez,” came Louie’s gruff voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hey Louie, it’s Charlie,.”
“Well I’ll be a monkey’s butt, Charlie Spencer! How the heck are you?”
“I’m good,” said Charlie with a chuckle. “How are you?”
“Aw, same ol’, same ol’,” answered Louie. “Wife’s decided to renovate the entire house herself, which basically means standing over me while I do the work, on my precious days off, telling me how I’m doing it wrong.”
Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle again. “Sounds like fun. Hey, Louie, I wish this was a social call, but I need your help.”
Louie cleared his throat. “What’s going on?”
Charlie rubbed his free hand through his hair. “This might sound a little strange, but have any arrows been reported missing? Not like a real arrow, but like an art piece.”
“Let me look,” said Louie and Charlie could hear him typing away on his computer. “The computer’s showing nothing like that has been reporting as missing, but I’ll ask around. Do you have the arrow in question?”
“So why are you asking about it? Are you in trouble?”
“A friend of mine had one, but lost it. Then some guy approached her in the park asking about it and I just didn’t like the look on his face. It’s probably nothing,” answered Charlie.
“If this job’s taught me anything, it’s definitely two things: people get weird about weird things and if your gut says it’s something, it’s something,” said Louie. “Let me ask around and I’ll get back with you.”
“Great, I’d really appreciate it,” said Charlie, “oh, and Emma says you need to come by The Whistle. She’s missed seeing you.”
“Tell her I’ll be there next Saturday, hiding from wife and the boxes of tile she bought for the kitchen.” Louie chortled. “Nice talkin’ to you, Charlie, I’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks again,” said Charlie as he hung up. He wished Louie had more information, but knew if anyone could find out what the arrow was about, it would be Louie. He was one of the best cops in the city.
“Hey Emma,” said Charlie, “I’m going to go run an errand. You okay being here alone with Amorette?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “The woman is sleeping in my apartment, I had better be okay with being alone with her. Go, we’re fine.”
Charlie gave her a final wave before walking out the door. He headed back to the fire station, where he had left his car. He’d need it if he was going to go back downtown to the warehouse where he had first met Amorette and if luck was on his side, the arrow would still be there.