Cowolsk: A Fictional Narrative

Cowolsky's voice was just as calculatedly hushed, as was the furtive footfall that he used to scale the deck steps without making so much as a squeak. The flowers that were in his right hand should have wilted but didn't. They allayed Ford's usual intuition to jump out of her skin when her soft eyes raised. The purple, lavender, yellow, and red were the first things that she saw. A woman's captivation replaced a good scolding. She bounced across the deck and took the flowers in her hands, and played it casual; all Cowolsky got was a peck on the cheek. His indignant self stood there–watching her trot inside and retrieve an old jelly jar that she put water in, and then placed the flowers inside it. The haze that was just above the ground …show more content…

“But I can now though. Wow.” “There's sausage, eggs, and bacon in the pan on the stove, Gilroy. All of us have already eaten.” “Thanks, Eugene. And the coffee is good by the way.” After he had filled up his plate, he took a seat at the table. “Has there been any movement over there at Ford's at all?” “Nope,” said Heath. “Nothing so far. Maybe our love birds drank too much last night. It's only twenty-five till seven.” After Luke had filled up his coffee for the third time, he popped a cigarette in his mouth–then looked at his watch before he lit it. “It's 10:30, there should be some kind of movement over there. She would be sitting on the back deck by now.” “He's right,” said Heath. “I think we had better find out if anyone is over there.” Eugene rose to his feet. “Sure they're over there. We've been watching both the front and the back of her place since before the sun came up.” Luke reached in the dresser drawer and pulled out his piece and laid it on his bed. He put on his shoulder holster and put the gun in its place, and then buttoned up his shirt. “Something is wrong. I can feel it.” He headed for the front …show more content…

As the smoke rolled out his nose, he uttered, “What the hell could Cowolsky have said to Ford to get her to sneak out the window at that time in the morning?” Kale was done filming for now and set his camera down on the table. “He probably made it look like a game. They are big windows–easy to get out of them. He didn't know if we were legit or not, so, he snuck out the window to make sure.” “Oh my, God,” said Luke. He leaned forward like he was going to heave, and then sat back up straight. “I just thought of something.” He turned to Eugene. “Cowolsky got a good look at me when we were at that AA meeting in Salt Lake.” “Oh, Christ. I forgot about that. But it was dark when you went over to Ford's cabin last night. And foggy as hell.” “But she turned on the porch light. If I saw him, then there is a good chance that he saw and maybe recognized me.” Heath walked passed Luke so he could fill up his coffee cup. “That could answer our question why he and her went out the side window like they did.” When it was noon on the dot, there came a call over the radio. “Tasker One. Tasker One.”