2/19/22 The Reward (Part 1)

 The Reward (Part 1)

“Thank you for giving me this information,” the policeman says to the man in front of him, “As for the reward you were promised, take this key to 772 West Orchard Street and go in the blue door.” The officer tosses the key over to the man. He loosely catches it.

A little confused by his current circumstances he leaves the police station and does as instructed. Following a map on his phone he walks down the dimly lit streets towards the address the cop gave him. He reaches the address and sees the blue door. Looking up at the sign above he reads, “Gambo’s Bakery.” ‘What, is my reward a box of donuts?’ he chuckles.

  The man pushes on the door and it is unlocked, even though the shop appears to be closed. A short round man comes out from behind a door and appears behind the counter full of sweets. The man cautiously approaches, “Umm hi, I was sent from the police station to collect a reward. They told me to come here and gave me this key,” he says holding up the small metal key.

“Ah yes, let me see that and I will be right back,” the short man says cheerily. The key is exchanged and the bakery owner walks into the back. The man awkwardly waits in the front, still a little confused as to what is going on. The short man comes back out holding a large metal box. Setting the box on the counter he motions for the man to open it. He walks up to the box and slowly lifts the lid. Inside are three chocolate iced donuts. “I’d go for the middle one if I were you,” the short man says, giving the man a wink.

Cautiously the man reaches and picks up the middle donut. Underneath it is a cell phone, turned on with a phone call ready to be made. The man reaches in, avoiding the other donuts and picks up the phone. The man behind the counter gives him a little nod and the man presses the call button.

“Hello,” a woman's voice answers.

“Umm hi,” the man responds, not knowing what to say.

“Ah I see, I will be over in a few minutes.” The phone hangs up.

The man turns to the short man behind the counter, “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry buddy, just wait for her to get here.”

        “Alright,” the man responds nervously.


To be continued

2/19/22

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