A portly man stood in the shadows in the alley opposite to the police station. He rubbed his rounded pot belly absently as he watched the entrance of the station. He studied every man and woman that left and entered the station, but he was only looking for one man in particular.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other in agitation. He was getting impatient after a half hour wait. He dug his hand into the coat pocket for his phone. A quick scan on his screen revealed no missed calls or messages.
“s**t!” he swore under his breath, taking his eyes back to the station doors. He did not want to be here any more time than was necessary. And the longer he stood in this alley, the higher the chances some cop would spot him and start making inquiries.
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