So go make some coffee, find a little nook, and dive on in.
T H E D E C I S I O N
Brandon Salisbury
March 20, 2017
From the heat of the tropics to the cold of the
office, John found himself at the end of a deep and engaging assignment. For the first time in his life, both
confusion and clarity sought for a place in his understanding. He questioned the world around him in a way
he never had before. The journey ahead
would not be easy, but there was no other way.
"We had been surveilling the doctor over
the last six months," said Peterson.
"With the peculiar activities surrounding his life, and the initial
report that turned us onto him, we felt that it was necessary, if not
imperative, that he be surveyed."
"The report concerning the girl?"
asked a man from across the table. John
looked down at his hands on the cold, steel surface. He folded them and then answered the
question. "Yes, Rebecca
Clark." He could see her face in
his mind.
"Can you tell me more about that?"
asked the man. John nodded.
"It had been reported to the police department
of El Tigre that Dr. Kron had put a spell on Miss Clark, a foreigner who'd been
living in the city over the last five years, working with disabled
children."
"Venezuela?"
"Yeah."
"And what was this supposed 'spell' that
had come over her?"
"In the report,” answered Peterson, “it
stated that the two had engaged in a loud, verbal confrontation over
Kron’s conduct towards a waitress at a cafe she frequented.” He then began to
speak in another language - possibly more than one - at which, she stopped
responding altogether. The report noted
that she became quite passive at this point and sat down in her chair. She then positioned her head downwards
towards the table and upon Kron's exiting of the building, she stood to her
feet and followed him out, rather despondent."
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