John drove to Henry's house and parked outside his apartment. Sadly, John's car was still at the bar, which annoyed him. He had planned to put Henry in his car and take his own and go home. But thanks to Keith Richard, he couldn't drive off in his own car for fear he would remember it. Still wouldn't he remember your face? Damn! Damn! Damn! He would have to hope no new leads would come in the next two days, because that's how long he would have to wait to perform his action. Ugh! John got out of Henry's SUV and locked the doors so no one would mess with him. He had got Henry's number and made a mental note to call him in the morning to make sure he was alright. Hailing a cab, he instructed the driver to take him to Dukes bar. He sincerely hoped Keith would not be coming out of the bar when he was getting his car out of there.
Keith had been distracted ever since he had come back into the bar. Angela had noticed and inquired about it. He had brushed off the question casually but lovingly. Dameon's cologne was strong in his nostrils. Why hadn't he smelled this before? Deducing it was the fresh air he continued the night in his semi aware mode.
The taxi pulled to the curb in front of the bar and John got out. Nobody was on the sidewalk, which he was grateful for. He took three steps in the direction of his car when he saw Keith inside the bar. John was stopped dead in his tracks. The calm and collected police lieutenant now had a hollow and distracted look on his face. John felt his heart move out of his body and start to move to him. But John caught it and pulled it back in. He had to remember who he was and who Keith Richard was. A cop would never fall for him. In the twenty-four years he had lived, there were not many good things he could take credit for. A single tear fell from his eye and dripped onto the cement.