Emotional support helpline of the Anakt city — part 3
Finally, finally Till was free.
He disappeared from his workplace as quickly as possible trying to spend as much time from fifty-minutes pause somewhere but here as he could.
A few co-workers stopped their conversation when Till fastly stepped into the canteen, but he wasn't interesting enough so they came back to it a second later.
Till bought himself a small coffee. It tasted terrible, but what did he want from a place like this?
Hot liquid almost slipped on his white shirt and Till was ready to kill careless person being, but high voice sounded familiar:
"Till!" the girl widely smiled. "How are you?"
"Hi, Mizi." Till, unlike her, didn't. "Actually... I'm so tired of every single call I've got today. This job will bring me to the grave indeed."
Next ten minutes were spent with Till talking about how much he wanted to hit one specific caller, because they managed to scare and piss him off at the same time. The hour hand was shifting closer and closer to number 2.
"So, you prefer it to be real situation?" Mizi tilted her head.
"I didn't mean that. It's just bothering me a bit more than it should. That's all."
"I'd report everything if I was you." Mizi shared her idea.
"It's not like I'm willing to deal with filling the blanks and other shit I don't give a fu—"
"Till," she looked right in his eyes, "But what if someone had really died? And no one did anything to help find the murderer?"
"Not possible. Not with that manner of speech. Like, yes, it was pretty convincing at first but then..."
"And still you should try. I can help you if you need something!"
"Okay. Fine. I will." Till checked the clock again: 1:59PM. "But only because you asked me to."
With Mizi's words echoing in his head, Till took exactly opposite direction and went to the mr. Freddie's office instead of his workplace. Whatever isn't real work.
And even if boss doesn't believe, Till would still save some time trying to convince him. Standing in front of the dark wooden door, Till knew he could turn back and save his reputation in boss's eyes instead.
Whatever isn't real work, whatever isn't real work—
The door opened and when previous visitor left, leaving Till to observation.
Till actually regretted listening to Mizi's advice, but it was too late now. He took his first step inside poorly lighted room. And then second. Old man raised grayed head and with slight hand movement invited him closer to probably even older table.
"What's wrong?" mr. Freddie asked without even greeting him. So no one comes here with good news.
"Good afternoon, mr. Freddie. I think I've got... We've got an extremely awkward situation and it might be serious."
And the same story once more, but it cost Till huge efforts to present it without single cuss, what made it even less believable. Maybe it was the reason why he didn't seem to capture boss's interest.
And yet, Till somehow turned out to be responsible for dozen of phone calls (completely useless as he thought). It was second time he regretted doing what he did, but at least one thing was clear: he definitely isn't coming back to work today. Win-win as Till was persuaded.
The third, however, was next morning, when Till had to go visit «Clematis» with three other people who's names he didn't bother to remember. Police squad or whatever they were. Temperature a bit surprisingly dropped in the middle of March, so he was cursing himself for taking a thinner coat while waiting for them. The police car appeared literally out of nowhere and stopped in relatively short distance of six meters. («Impossibly far away», according to Till.)
"Yes." tanned woman meticulously examined him. "Hyuna. And they're Isaac and Dewey."
"Till, nice to meet you." Till took empty right seat next to sleeping man. He lazily opened one eye and asked:
"Are we there yet?" blonde guy yawned.
"Fifteen more minutes" Hyuna's voice sounded a bit annoyed.
"Damn." And man, who must've been Dewey, came back to his very important sleeping activity.Till was envious of him because he wanted to fall asleep so fast too. Buildings started to move.
Till wondered if Hyuna exceeded the speed limit or time just passed really quickly, because huge abandoned apartment complex appeared in his field of view fast enough. If you can call something unfinished huge. Till was sure that when there are only first floors, it is still small.
Despite him being absolutely unwilling to leave warm car seat and face cold air, Till was now going with Dewey. (Did he remember the name right?)
Nothing in first section. And nothing in second, according to Hyuna's message on Dewey's flip phone. Nothing in third as well. We are searching for non-existent victim.
Till only made sure he was right when they entered final, fourth, section. Now, with Hyuna and Guy-with-a-scar helping, it was much easier to check remaining part.
Everything was clear again except for one small detail which caught Till's gaze. Dirty stains on cement that he had previously mistaken for old rust. But why would rust be on something non-metal?
Did they not see it? Someone probably did. And in this case there's only one possible option. These stains aren't important at all!
Satisfied with his conclusion but not with situation he got himself into, Till left last place — some sort of unfinished shop or whatever it was supposed to be — excited to return back home. Unfortunately, the direction he needed to go was different from where Hyuna and those two was driving.
Fine, now I am the fool. As that stupid Anon wanted. They're probably gonna laugh at me for days. And I'll go by foot. Fucking fantastic.
Hyuna suddenly stopped him before starting the engine:
"I know, there's nothing we can start an official investigation with, but if anything connected to this situation would appear... Just in case. Just theoretically. Look, boy, it's suspicious one for me, and I used to trust my guts." Hyuna said a bit roughly while offering Till a piece of paper with her personal number on.
He wanted to answer, but she closed white car door right in front of his nose.
The car rapidly drove away. Till sighed and took his way kicking small stones as he went further and further from «Clematis».