Bound Over
by Ian Curtress
It was bound
to happen ? He knew they would meet. He had
noticed her parking her car every morning around
eleven.
His office was
above the Bank, the Jewellers and the Cafe,
overlooking the carpark, and he had been staring
out while drinking his much needed coffee.
Business had been stressful since Brexit with
fresh rules and regs arriving with every post and
the only high spot was his elevenses.
That was until
he found himself looking out for her.
She was very
attractive he could see even from a distance. The
car she was driving made him a little envious, a
very sporty black saloon. How do they make black
so....well...black these days. She was quite tall
and elegant, very much her own person he thought.
Then,
gathering his thoughts, he returned to the ever
demanding small screen and figures, figures and
more figures although if truth be known they were
not the only figures on his mind.
It was nearly
three years since the divorce, quite civilised.
His fault, putting ambition before life. Still
doing it, will he never learn.
So why was he
interested in an unknown woman albeit an
attractive one. Perhaps he thought it unusual
that she arrives about the same time but stands
by the car and is still there when he has
finished his coffee. Is she meeting someone, an
illicit assignation. One morning he will take his
coffee a little later to satisfy his curiosity.
The
opportunity presented itself a day later when he
had a particular problem which made him overrun
his normal break. Walking to the window, she was
nowhere to be seen until he noticed her standing
by the carpark entrance as if looking for someone.
Then she walked briskly to the carpark exit,
again looking up and down earnestly. Returning to
her car there was quite a delay before driving
off.
Was that a
smile she gave him or just wishful thinking. He
admired her handling of the car, quick and
confident.
It had been
just over a week since he first saw her, it
seemed longer and to his surprise he felt he knew
her, would recognise her anywhere, the stance,
the walk, the elegant hair style. That smile?!
This morning
he was envious of the two well built males
alighting from her car. Not short of men friends
he thought. And hardly surprising .
She did not
get out of the car this time and he found himself
being very inquisitive. Not his usual persona.
Then it all
happened. The two men came running out from below
and into the car which then sped off like a
rocket. Alarms were ringing, police cars were
soon on the spot and it was obvious the Jewellers
had been the subject of a smash and grab raid.
That evening
it was headline news. Jewellery to the value of
£25000 had been taken. It appears a car was seen
speeding off when an elderly person stepped into
the road. The driver rammed the central bollards
to avoid her. Two men were seen to get out of the
car, a black saloon and disappear.
The car was
damaged but drivable, however, the driver
remained with the woman who was shaken but not
injured, until the police arrived. The woman
driver was helping the police with their
enquiries and anyone with any information should
contact the police as soon as possible.
He knew what
he had to do but for some reason felt
uncomfortable. The information he supplied was
valuable and he was asked to attended an identity
parade.
He had no
difficulty in identifying her.She was as
beautiful as he first thought. He hesitated
before pointing her out and she appeared to
notice his embarrassment. Was that a glimmer of a
smile as if to say it’s ok or was his
imagination working overtime. He had known he was
bound to meet her.
He drinks his
morning coffee at his desk nowadays and muses
.......
One thing
having an Ex. But an Ex con?!
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