Red's CD Project 6

Note: Kind of a quick couple of scenes here to wrap up the first disc. I didn't get a chance to do this yesterday, and I am sort of under the gun a little today, but I think it turned out OK.


Disc 1
Track 16
Open Your Eyes
Snow Patrol
Eyes Open

Every minute from this minute now. We can do what we like anywhere.

The jail smelled like a grade school classroom after some snot-nosed brat emptied his stomach all over his desk. It was the odor of day-old sweat, aging-filed paper and the generous use of cleaning products trying to mask everything else out. It sank into the nostrils until eventually you didn’t notice it until you smelled it on your clothes when you made it home.

Hal found he had missed it during his short hiatus. A dispatcher by the name of Kathy Ferguson sat behind the desk inside the front door and greeted him with a surprised smile. Captain William O’Hurley, a devout Irish-Catholic that kept a cross and a bottle whiskey in his top desk drawer, pleaded with him to head back home. Hal shrugged him off. This was where he had to be.

After the usual questions following a death in the family and some more discussion centered on his coming back too soon, everyone left him alone.

Once he felt all the eyes leave him, he retrieved the file that was the sole reason he had returned to the jail. Opening it, he was greeted with the dark mug of the man sitting in a cell not more than 100 yards away. He flipped it over and started scanning the pages for family names, friends, and any significant acquaintance. It wasn’t as detailed or thorough as Hal would have liked. The boys in Chicago were providing the Jacobs County Department only the need to know kind of stuff. But there was a sizeable list of names, some with pictures, of people to keep an eye out for in the community just in case one of Abdul’s friends decided to pay an impromptu visit.

His jotted them down with any information including addresses, phone numbers and places of business in a note pad he used when an actual case came his way.

Studying the list, Hal finally settled on three names and circled them.

“That will do,” Hal whispered.

It was time for him to make a short road trip, but before he could leave, he had one more person he had to see.


Disc 1
Track 17
I Will Follow You Into The Dark
Death Cab for Cutie
Plans


If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks. Then I’ll follow you into the dark.


“They told me of your father’s passing,” Abdul said remaining balled up on the cot in the corner, he knees pressed up against his chest.

“Did they?”

“I would have expected you to take more days off.”

“I couldn’t stay home any longer. I guess you could say it was driving me a little nuts.”

“What happened to your face?”

Hal reached up and touched the pad of gauze on his right cheek.

“Oh, just a shaving accident.” Abdul stood up, the light from the window hitting his face. Dark bags sagged under his eyes and his brown skin seemed two shades lighter. “You look like crap.”

“I haven’t been able to sleep.”

“Feeling guilty?”

“No, no. That’s not it all.”

“Maybe you’re starting to see the big picture.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Abdul came closer.

“Maybe you’re finally seeing and hearing the things in your soul that you’ve always tried to silence.”

Abdul made no answer, his eyes only glared back from the other side of the steel bars.

“I can tell you how we’re going to do it.”

“Do what?” The words came out from behind his clenched teeth.

“Well get rid of all you towel-head bastards, of course.”

“Has it started?”

“Not yet.”

They talked for several minutes before Hal slipped away from Abduls private cell with beads of sweat on his forehead and a sneer curling on his lips.



End of Disc 1. Please insert Disc 2. Thank You.