Roll up your sleeves

I was determined to get to the bottom of this. The only person I’ve interacted with the last few days who seemed to actually see me was that fedora-wearing interloper. My problems all started with him. He’d claimed to work for the police, so I started there. I walked into the station and demanded to see their employment records, to see if I could find that stranger among the faces there.

I suppose I knew what to expect. No one there acknowledged me when I walked in or requested help at the counter. Maybe I was hoping to get lucky somehow. Or maybe I knew that if no one could see or hear me, no one would notice if I walked into their back offices in broad daylight.

And no one did.