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curved body in her elegant white dress, her sunglasses that were put back to
hold her light blond hair, and finally the metallic keys chain she kept rolling
between her fingers, before putting it down to catch the cup of water the waiter
brought..
For a couple of seconds he kept thinking about the logical action to do in such
situation..!!
He was considered the only witness for that murder.. Any normal human being
will rise, go to the back where he will take permission from that fat guy behind
the counter to use the phone, and the guy will give him permission, before
returning to his newspaper..
He'll call the police station - while looking around to make sure no one is
listening - when a miserable operator will answer asking him what he wanted..
- I want to report a murder..!!
Silence will be answering him for seconds, that he'll spend trying to imagine the
reaction of the guy receiving the call.. Will he believe him..?
(They must be receiving tens of similar phone calls daily ...)
- Just a second sir.. I'll switch you to the homicide division..
Minutes of more silence will be his company, waiting for someone to pick up..
Minutes that he'll spend biting his nails and fingers and soul.. He'll wonder if
the blonde chick is still sitting inside, or left already while he was standing here
like a fool, but from his position behind the glass, he can see her still sitting in
her place.. Still with the Edith Piaf song playing.. He can't tell which song was
playing, because the confident voice rose from the other side of the phone at
that moment..
- Hello..This is the homicide department.. How can I help you sir..?