Derek still has some time, and decides, what the hell, he’d have another one.
He feels someone pushing him.
Who is doing that, and where am I?
His eyes dart open to see the lady with the tattoo standing in front. She smells of strong perfume. His head feels clearer. The bar is still full with music blaring.
“Who are you?” Derek enquires. “Are you following me?”
“I’m with the Lunar police, and I’ve been trailing you.”
Derek’s heart shudders. This is far more serious than he would have thought. “Me?”
She gives a wry smile, lifting her right eyebrow. “Yes, more difficult to trail a guy in a wheelchair than I would have thought. I’m patient, but when I realized you had really fallen asleep, and I could be moping around here for hours, I decided to take a more direct approach. Voila, here I am.”
“What could you possibly want with me? I’m Mr. Nobody, sure.”
A drunk woman with brown, curly hair approaches the table, but does a quick turnaround on seeing the woman’s badge.
“I’m Lulu, by the way. She pulls on an e-cigarette. I’m here about your friend, Maeve.”
“Maeve? What has this got to do with her?”
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