Captor one
The mall


"Crud muffins!" Mitchell exclaimed as he jumped out of bed. "I'm late for my meeting." Mitchell Books, had been working as a "independent detective for women only" for about five years now. And he had a great ride, but his career was taking a dive after he got involved with one of his clients. A little too involved, if you know what I mean. Mitchell grabbed a ready made martini out of the fridge as he ran out the door. "no time for breakfast. I'm late." he thought to him self. He met Clair at the QFC food court. "Thank GOD you're here" she said.
"I was worried that you might have been killed."
"No they didn't get me this time." he replied. "But the way I live, it won't be long."
"Well. What have you got for me?"
"I GOTTA HOT TIP!" Mitchell exclaimed a little too loudly.
Everyone in the food court turned and looked at him. He was kinda embarrassed, but he played it cool.
"I got some pics of your huby, getting his milk and cookies from another women."
Clair looked down at her chicken noodle soup and sighed. (It was actually just noodle soup. But she bought a roast chicken and was picking off pieces and putting them in the soup).
"Well I guess I'm not surprised." She said. "I mean. He did tell me that he was leaving and would be looking for a new girl as soon as he could."
"Well what are you gonna do now?" Asked Mitchell.
"I don't know"
"Wanna go to the mall with me?"
"Sure. Why not."
Mitchell didn't wanna go to the mall just to cheer up Clair. He also had a bone to pick with a store manager, at a magazine shop, named Fred Oslander. The two had gotten into a argument the previous week, over the price tag on a New York Yankees calender. Mitchell left the store in shame, after Fred stumped him with a hard math question. But this time, He thought to him self. "I'm gonna settle the score."
Some teenagers were smoking outside the front entrance of the mall.
"Crappy little kids." Muttered Mitchell as they passed by.
"What did you say?" Asked Clair.
"Nothing. Go look at some shoes or something, Honey baby. I have some unfinished business with a shop keep."
Everyone in the magazine shop held their breath as Mitchell walked into the room. He locked eyes with Fred, who was standing behind the counter.
"Back for seconds?" Asked Fred. Making a scooping motion with his hand to his mouth, as if he were eating something.
"No. I'm here to bring you, your desert."
Fred was a little confused as to what that even meant. But he didn't want to appear weak, so he said.
"I know."
At this point. An announcement came over the loud speakers to the entire mall, saying something about a car in the North parking, with it's lights on. Mitchell and Fred kept their eyes locked and waited through the whole message. It was long.
"How do you wanna settle this? Asked Fred. A challenge?"
"No. An arcade match." Replied Mitchell, with a cool but stern voice.
"Yeah. That's what I meant."
"Meet me in the game zone, at two o'clock. I'm gonna school you at deer hunter."
He left the magazine store and went to look for Clair. As he passed the Baskin Robbins, they where handing out free samples.
"No time to wast." He thought. I gotta find Clair and be back at the arcade by two.
"Would you like a free sample? Asked an old man, who was wearing a Baskin Robbins shirt.
"Trust me. I don't have time for this right now. I'm gonna win back my dignity today."
"No. You trust me." Replied the old man, in a rather dark low voice.
"Our cherry garcia, has something special for you."
Mitchell picked up a sample cup and put a big spoon full into his mouth. Suddenly he spat it back out. He looked into the cup and saw a small plastic bag. After inspecting it, he noticed a piece of paper in it. He walked to the trash can and read it.
"Mitchell." It began. Meet me at the China buffet at 2:00 pm. I'm a women, in Desperate need of an independent detective for women only."
"ow lala." Mitchell thought to him self. "And I bet she's hot too."
His feud with Fred, would have to wait. Mitchell had a new case. And half a cup of cherry garcia.