An Excerpt from “Blame it on the Weather” a story from my latest book – Broken in Pieces
We enter the Tri-County News Channel 4 building through the front doors and walk toward the security desk where a guard sits with his feet up on the counter, flipping through a copy of HGTV Magazine. He drops his feet to the floor and stands before we reach the counter.
Clement looks at the security guard and says, “Good morning, Bruce.”
The guard smiles and says, “Morning, Mr. Clements. It’s Roger, remember?”
I jam the gun into Clement’s ribs and hear him say, “Ouch.”
The guard looks at me, then back at Clement.
Clement says, “Sorry Roger. I was listening to Springsteen in the car and I had Bruce on my mind. Honest mistake.”
“No problem, Mr. Clement. Who’s the gentleman with you?”
Clement turns his head toward me and looks at me for the first time, but I can see by the expression on his face that he has no idea who I am.
“Ahhh. This is my cousin, umm, Al-Albert. I invited him to watch this morning’s broadcast.”
Roger smiles, extends his hand and says, “Nice to meet you, Albert.”
I nod at him, but I don’t reciprocate, so he pulls his hand back. He places a pen and clipboard on the counter, points at it and says, “Please sign in,” then hands me a visitor’s badge. “You need to wear this badge at all times while you’re in the studio, and make sure you sign out and return it when you leave.”
Shielded from Roger’s view by Clement body, I quickly shift the gun to my left hand, I pick up the pen, sign on the clipboard and say, “No problem, Rog. You don’t mind if I call you Rog, do you?”
He shrugs his shoulders, sits down, picks up the magazine and goes back to reading, without bothering to glance at the bogus name I signed on the clipboard: Albert Capone
Poor dimwitted Roger, he’s going to have a lot of explaining to do before this day is over, I think, as we walk past the security desk down the well-lit hallway.
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