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Chapter Twelve -- Lincoln
"What did you just say?" Dave said surprised as he turned around. The only person he saw before him was the man in the tracksuit and his dog.
"I said Dave--"
"How do you know my name?!?" Dave demanded. He cautiously took steps towards the man.
"Well... maybe it has to do with the fact that my name is Lincoln, Lincoln Buros, and you my friend are my new handler correct?"
Dave just stood there with a blank stare on his face. He didn't know what to say. This slender man pulled one on him, a rare event indeed.
"I um... uh" Dave stammered.
"Look, why don't you come inside and we'll talk. Besides I have to get dressed. C'mon Chaz!"
Lincoln pulled out his keys and unlocked the front doors and stepped inside. Dave, still reeling from Lincoln's revelation followed like a zombie. He took a step inside and looked around, it was like a palace he said to himself. Great color scheme, nice miniature statues, a wide staircase. He made his way to what looked like the living room.
"I have to shower, can you watch Chaz for me? I SWEAR he's like the friendliest dog--"
"Sure, sure that's fine" Dave said blankly, his eyes still roaming the room.
"Um...OK. Just you know...make yourself at home." Lincoln said as he headed up the stairs.
"OK" Dave said. He watched as Lincoln rushed up the staircase. After the man disappeared from site he noticed a white couch in the living room. He made his way to it and sat down. Chaz loyally followed. Upstairs Dave heard rushing water, a sign Lincoln was in the shower. He put his hands on his knees and nervously tapped them with his fingers, still scanning the room. He noticed a huge flat-screen television setup in front of him. He picked up what looked like a remote control and attempted to turn the TV on.
"Dammit" He said in frustration. He randomly kept pressing buttons, turning on a stereo system, changing the brightness of the lights, and all sorts of things.
"How do I turn this thing on buddy?" He asked Chaz, who stared blankly back at him.
Dave noticed a huge red button at the bottom of the device.
"I bet this is the button for the television" He said. "Here goes nothing."
He pressed the button and a small hum was heard from the television as it turned on.
"YAY we did it buddy!" He said to Chaz, rubbing the furry space on the canine's head.
Dave manage to change the channel and stopped at at a breaking news story on Channel 3.
"We have breaking news out today. A 2nd victim was just found strangled to death
in the alley way of Jazzes, a local upscale restaurant. Witnesses who came across the
body say they saw a suspicious man roaming outside. He was covered up,
wearing all black, shades & a hoodie. The family of the victim has yet to speak out.
The victim has been identified as Kathleen Baker, at 29 year old Nurse from Van Nyes.
Dave turned off the Television. He couldn't listen in anymore. He quickly turn his attention to a wooden glass case in the back corner of the room. He got up and walked over to it. As he neared it, he saw it was an awards case filled with all kinds of certificates, medals and other items.
"2003 National Science Foundation award for achievement in bio-molecular sciences" one certificate read.
"Wow" Dave said surprised. He kept looking at the awards when he heard footsteps heading down the stairs. He quickly dashed back to the couch and coaxed Chaz to sit on his lap.
"OK I'm ready to go." Lincoln said. He'd put on a pair of dark blue jeans, a bright orange shirt and black boots. Dave felt overdressed with his stripped black suit and tie.
"Chaz time to go to Mr. Valendeer's house!" said Lincoln as he opened the front door. Chaz quickly ran out and rushed across the street. He was greeted by a man who had his door open. Every day Chaz would go to Mr. Valendeer's house while Lincoln was away. The senior appreciated his company. Lincoln turned his attention to Dave, who was adjusting his suit.
"OK I'm ready to leave, just have to retrieve my bag." Lincoln said as he reached into a closet and picked up a black messenger bag. He walked outside and motioned for Dave to follow. He closed the door and Lincoln armed the security system and headed to Dave's SUV.
"So I'm taking you to work with me? Dave asked.
"Well duh. Were partners aren't we?"
"I guess but I didn't expect--"
"Well you know now. Besides saves gas carpooling, unless I lived twice the distance of you in which it would be better if I drove myself to work, but that's not the case. You live in East Hollywood which isn't far from here and I live--"
"Yeah I get it" Dave said as he cutoff Lincoln. He went to his side of the vehicle and unlocked the doors. Dave got inside when he noticed Lincoln wasn't visible. He quickly got out and noticed the man was laying down on the road, halfway under Dave's vehicle.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dave asked
"I'm checking to see what kind of SUV this is. I assume its a gas guzzler. How awful. Do you know how much these things pollute? Not to mention the safety hazards." Lincoln shot back.
"Look lets just leave OK?" Dave said sighing.
'Boy what a day this is going to be' he said to himself.
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