Two things, I hate names. I hate naming things and I hate having to remember how I spelled a name. If you notice that Camile or Camilie or Camlie…you get the idea, I will catch and correct all of them in the next editing pass.
The other thing is not a hate, this scene takes place before the first Acid Chamber prep meeting while Whiskers is breaking the bad news to CamhoweverIspelledit and follows Puddles chasing down the file Whiskers received while on the job of chasing down the cheating hubby. Enjoy. 🙂
Running Down Clues
“Interpersonal skills, my furry ass,” Puddles mumbled to herself.
For the third time in as many minutes, she looked at the data on the tablet. The address matched up; however, the holo of a storefront did not match the building she stood in front of, Medical Offices of Tablix and Aslan. Puddles leaned against the wall next to the front doors, making an inquiry on the tablet data appeared.
Doctor Tablix and Doctor Aslan licensed through the city, general practitioners, and recently moved their offices to the location she stood next too. Looking over the reviews, each one a glowing testament to their skills and affordability, too glowing the cynical side of Puddles screamed. Another data search more information, another image of each doctor to compare to their licensing images; at least she knew what they looked like. Nothing outstanding in any public record.
A vid-chat notice popped up in the upper corner of her tablet; Whiskers. Stepping away from the wall, she sat on a bench near the street and tapped the icon.
“What’s up?” She asked. “Stop looking you can’t see where I am at.”
“Camile left,” Whiskers said with a sigh.
“Something wrong? She didn’t stiff us did she?”
“The isstas are in the account.”
“Good. Then what is bothering you?”
“I do not like chasing down cheating spouses and delivering the news.”
“Neither do I, but we need the isstas,” Puddles replied watching two gangers enter the doctor’s office. “That’s odd.”
“Patients of the doctors don’t look like they live in the area.”
“How much longer do you need? We have a lot of work to do for Acid Chamber,” Puddles was positive Whiskers tone improved. What he heard in their music was beyond her.
“If you or Chuck don’t need me I’m going to spend a few more hours watching this place. Something is off.”
“So there was something of use in that file,” Whiskers said with a smirk.
“Yes, it does,” Puddles, mumbled.
“Meet us at the office when you are done.”
“Later,” Puddles touched the icon ending the call.
Looking around wageslave hell, Puddles spotted a coffee shop with a good view. Plenty of time to watch who entered and left the doctor’s office before a boring meeting. Taking an elevated walkway to cross the street, Puddles marveled at the sights; four lanes of flying traffic above and below the walkway, express elevators rushing up and down the sides of the buildings, and everywhere people working in offices or moving to work. Before entering the building with the coffee shop, Puddles took one last look up, nothing but more traffic, the Cloud, and buildings.
“Welcome,” greeted the overly cheery wageslave behind the counter. “What can I make you?”
Puddles looked at the holo-menu boards coming close to passing out from all of the choices. The coffee place near their offices had coffee and not much else. Someone behind her made an exasperated noise. Puddles shook her head.
“Coffee. Just you largest cup of coffee,” she finished before the cheery wageslave could launch into his prepared litany of types and sizes of coffee.
“Would you like something to eat, such as…”
“Just the largest cup of coffee,” Puddles interrupted ignoring the wageslave’s shocked look.
Giant cup of coffee in hand, Puddles navigated the room looking for a seat near the window with a clear view of the doctor’s office. Dozens of people of all species, the only unifying things, branded coffee and wageslave uniforms. After dodging the hundredth individual with their face in some electronic device ignoring the world around them, Puddles was thankful for the job she had. Spying an available seat, Puddles elbowed a wageslave out of the way, mumbled an apology, and sat down.
After the second pair of gangers entered the doctor’s office, Puddles began noting the times of their arrival and departure. From her seat, Puddles could not see any changes between when a pair entered and left. Maybe they all had a cold, she sarcastically thought. Every hour and a half another pair; never the same pair nor anyone before. All of gangers from two or three gangs, as best she could tell by their appearance.
Finishing her coffee, Puddles looked at her notes, several pages of information and images, this might be the lead to re-open the case; after Acid Chamber.