Catching.Txt - June 13, 2003

A piece about a kidnapping story - And no I don't know which one, Sorry.
By SwampRat
(cl) 2003 GFA

I am standing in a dark place, watching the back door of a bar.. Ok, I was really watching the Other patch of black that is close to the bar. And Why was I in the cold, watching this miserable patch of ground? For 150 creds a Day..

You see, Someone has a Son. A youthful son who is off on his own for 'The First Time'. Son hasn't called, written or left any letters.. Son also hasn't cashed a check from Parents. Unless Son hit the lottery or is shacking up with someone Rich, something has happened.

Father has Money. Father has Infulence. Father is Old School.. He wants Son found. If Son is - No longer among the Living, Father wants certain Anatomy parts on Tray. 

Usually I don't do runaways.. Kits have reasons to disappear, Some good ones, Some No so. But I have to pay rent and eat just like everybody else.. So I tracked Son to This dive. Strictly Male/male.. But without the 'Playroom' most Gay bars have. This was more a 'find lover to go home with' type of bar. Son was Here. Son was feeling No pain.. Bouncers helped Son out back door and left him. That was 5 days ago.

And so I stand here, watching a dark patch of wall from another dark patch, hoping whoever took Son will want someone else. If not.. Somebody knew Something. They always did.. With persuasion, credits and perhaps a swallowing of pride I might find out. Let's put it this way - I am no Looker - I got scars inside and out. But I do swing both ways, which gets me into places. Places where the sun hasn't shone in a Long time.

Yep.. Another Hour until the sun rises. Then I shall creep back into my coffin for another day... Actually I will write up my report, file it and bill the client. Then fall in bed.

Wait a minute you say - Isn't it obivous? Find the scent trail of the Son and follow it. Sure Sherlock Hound.. The only problem is - The 'Trail' is 5 days old, compounded by everybody who has walked this street In those 5 days, And the street has been washed down with stale alcohol.. This isn't one of those mystery novels where you can peek at the end of the book to see who done it.

Crap... I give it one more night, then I will have to shake the tree and see what falls out.  
The End