In this second installment of Curiosity Killed The Cat, the story expands on who the thief is and introduces a couple of new characters. It also focusses on the diner, why is it so important?
To refresh your mind here is a link to the first part: Curiosity Killed The Cat – Part 1
Now adjust your eyes and get comfy, read on for part 2…
Paying the bartender what he owed, the man staggered out of the bar. Walking harzardly down the street and around the corner to where his car should’ve been. The man gazed at the empty space.
His thoughts swayed, just like he did. The winning thought was that he had to call Vinnie. Patting himself down he located his phone. After 2 rings, Vinnie picked up.
“What is it, Wolgast”
“He’s gone, the car’s gone”
Vinnie sighed “What are you talking about?”
In his drunken state he repiled “You know, he’s gone”
“Where are you? Are you drunk? You better not be drunk”
“Vinnie, there’s a dead man in that car, it’s gone… that hit”
“Seriously Wolgast, you can’t do one fucking thing” Vinnie was annoyed now.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“30, 30… 33rd street”
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes” Vinnie hung up.
Wolgast almost dropped his phone as he put it back in his pocket. He felt the corners of the cigar packet as memories of the day came back to his drunk mind, like a fog. Wolgast didn’t have a clue what time it was as he stood in the empty street, waiting. Vinnie finally pulled up in front of him. “Get in the car” Wolgast stumbled across and got in the car.
“Where are we going?”
“To a motel now shut up, I need to make a phonecall”
After all of 20 minutes, they were in the motel room. They had to think of a plan but neither of them spoke. Wolgast got the bed and Vinnie took the 2 seater.
Vinnie knew he wasn’t going to get Wolgast to talk rationally in his state. Was it really that cartel? He knew he should’ve went with Wolgast. Nobody knew of Vinnie and Wolgast, so who took the car?
Vinnie’s eyes strained just like his thoughts, sleep was upon him.
- * *
The border had been a struggle but the thief managed to get through. Unaware of the contents in the trunk just slowly rotting away. The thief was in his late 20’s, a no good crook from North Virginia. Jeremian, the man that got nowhere.
Jeremian drove for about 20 miles or so until a diner came into view , it was quiet. Jeremian never parked right outside the diner, thinking it was better to keep the car on the road incase he had to get away.
Getting out the car, he approached the diner. It was empty. From the outside Jeremian couldn’t see anybody. He tried the door to the dinner, again it opened just like that, Jeremian started to think he had a magic touch.
He took a seat in the nearest booth and stared straight ahead, why was the diner empty? It didn’t look abandoned, it looked ready for business. The atomsphere was building and Jeremian knew it, he got up and checked the till without going behind he counter, BINGO! A 100 dollars. He left without a trace, not knowing what was coming to him.
- * *
The morning had been a dull one as Vinnie drank his coffee steadily. Wolgast woke up at the loud bang of the door as Vinnie stepped inside. Vinnie gave Wolgast a few minutes to wake up as he had it all planned out.
Wolgast sat on the side of the bed, no signs of a hangover, just a headache. He glanced over at Vinnie then got up to the bathroom. When he came out, Vinnie was ready to go. Wolgast picked up the other coffee from the table and followed him out the door.
It wasn’t until they were in the car that they started talking.
“So… what’s the plan?”
“I know of a diner, about 20 miles after the border” Vinnie replied in a fast manner.
“A diner? What for?” Wolgast was confused, the car was gone and they had to go to a diner?
Vinnie and Wolgast drove late into the night, racing down the boulevards.
Throughout the situation Vinnie wanted to remain hidden, untraceable, unknown from the world… a ghost.
Descending into a street to lay low for the night, they decided it was best to sleep in the car and slowly Vinnie and Wolgast fell asleep to the hum of the world.