We’re back with Tuesday Tales and this week the word is beat. I fudged a little and used beats. We’re still in my vampire story and this picks up a little after last week’s entry. Be sure to check out the other tales here.
The gnomish man darted down the road. Declan hesitated for a few seconds. Should they follow? They were supposed to be watching the clockmaker. Could they risk leaving the old German?
“Let’s go,” Popov said.
Declan made a split decision and they hurried to catch up to the man who’d evaded him in Venice.
They moved up one road and down another for about fifteen minutes.
As they continued in their chase, it became clear to Declan that the little chap was taking them on a merry chase. Panting a little, he caught up to Popov. “Do you get the feeling we’re being distracted from something?”
“I was just thinking the same thing. Let’s get back to the clock shop.”
They turned and made their way through the town to their surveillance spot.
Once they were in place again, they tried to determine what was happening on the premises. The shutters were closed and there seemed to be no movement inside the building.
“I wonder what’s going on in there. For some reason, they wanted us gone,” Declan said.
“How did they know we were watching them?”
“I’m guessing when I spoke to the clockmaker that Schumacher’s assistant recognized me. And don’t forget, that vampire they were expecting never showed up since I vanquished him. That would’ve spiked their interest as well.”
“I guess we’re going to catch hell from old Padriac in the morning, especially if they’re planning a take over of the town for tomorrow before breakfast.”
“I’m sure we’ll survive his ire. After all, I did make it through my entire childhood without him killing me.” Declan laughed. “May as well settle in to watch a bit of nothing while we wait for Padriac and Annette to relieve us in the morning.”
“Remind me again how we ended up with the night shift.”
“That’s easy.” Declan smiled ruefully.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m the incompetent little brother.”
“Oh yeah, how did I forget that important fact?” Popov raised his eyebrows.
“Beats me. It’s a known fact. All over the secret services.”