Friday, September 15, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 20
Emma gave him a smirk. “Well, Charlie Spencer if I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a crush on Amorette.” Her smile widened. “Or is it more than that? Could it be love at first sight?”
Charlie pulled her deeper into the storage room until they were against the back wall behind a number of shelves holding various bottles of liquor. He pulled the arrow out from under his arm and unwrapped the burlap in order to show Emma.
“This is what she had on her the night we were called to take her in,” said Charlie, “and I’m pretty sure this is what the guy at the park was asking about.”
Emma’s brows furrowed as she looked at the arrow. “It looks like some kind of cheap artwork you’d buy at the local hobby store. Why would anyone be fussing over this?”
“I don’t know,” said Charlie, “at first I thought maybe it was made of real gold, but it’s light as a feather.”
“I guess it could be stolen artwork,” said Emma. “I have no idea what the big thing is in the art world, but I would think it would be this … of course, I don’t understand what people see in a Jackson Pollack art piece either and people pay millions of dollars for one of his paintings.”
“Exactly,” said Charlie, “I need to hide it until I hear back from Louie.”
“Here.” Emma knelt down and started to move around some boxes. “I keep things I don’t want found behind these boxes of Zima.”
“Zima?” Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “Do people still drink that stuff? I didn’t know they still made it.”
“Of course not,” stated Emma, “it was discontinued in 2008, so no one will touch the stuff or think to look anywhere near it. They won’t have a reason too, until they’re looking to relive the 90’s.”
Charlie rewrapped the arrow in the burlap and stashed it behind the dusty boxes of Zima. “We better get back out there. Amorette has been alone too long as it is.”
Emma shook her head as she started back toward the open bar. “Charlie, you better watch yourself or you’re gonna find you’re head over heels in love with her.”
They entered the bar before Charlie could retort his sister’s statement. He scanned the area for Amorette and found her having a heated discussion with a beautiful brunette. Charlie’s heart raced as he wondered what the conversation was about. Could it be about the arrow or had some guy hit on Amorette when he was already here with a date?
“Listen, I’m really sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Amorette. “I was recently …”
“Think,” hissed the brunette as she interrupted Amorette.
“Is everything okay here?” asked Charlie, wedging himself between Amorette and the brunette, even though there was a bar already between them.
The brunette flashed a smile. “Everything is fine. My, aren’t you a handsome devil? Are you the manager?”
Charlie shook his head. “No. Do you know Amorette?”
The brunette flashed her eyes to Amorette and then back to Charlie. “Amorette, such a unique name.” She looked at Amorette. “I guess I was mistaken.”
She held her hand out to Charlie. “I’m Priya.”
Charlie shook Priya’s hand. “Charlie.”
“Well, Charlie, seems you have nothing to worry about. Apparently, it’s just a case of mistaken identity. I thought I knew her …” Priya’s smile faded. “… but I guess I didn’t know her at all.”
Priya turned and hurried out of the bar.
Charlie turned to Amorette. “Are you okay? What was that about?”
Amorette shook her head. “I really don’t know. She just kept asking me what I had done. I didn’t know what she was talking about. I thought I had made her a bad drink.”
The arrow flashed in Charlie’s mind. He let go of Amorette and hustled out of the bar. He barreled through the front door and scanned the street looking for Priya, his gut telling him Priya could unlock the mystery of where Amorette belonged.