307: The Scar (Chapter 3)

 -- Chapter 3 --

 When that woman realized I had noticed her, she instantly started looking away at the rain. She had a black overcoat on, which looked worn out and greasy. I couldn’t really get a good analysis of her, as she was all covered up. I wasn’t sure where she suddenly showed up from. But I was pretty sure that she didn’t appear there abruptly. My intuition told me she would’ve been following us all the way. However, I was wondering how I got no evidence of her following us. It was way too subtle.

She looked very much tensed. And possibly even petrified. She had her hands in her pockets. Maybe that was to hide her nervousness and fear. Being a Special Agent at the FBI, I had some good experiences in scrutinizing people and their movements. So, from what I had perceived, she was harmless. That was a little relieving. She didn’t look creepy to me anymore. But, I was wondering what was tormenting her. Maybe I was even worried about her for some reason.

While all these thoughts were running inside my head, Fauxie slowly stepped towards her. I knew she would not cause any harm and hence, I was just watching. She walked to her and sat in front of woman. She turned her head towards Fauxie, took her hands out of her pockets, and stroked her head. I could observe a good relationship between them. Fauxie wouldn’t easily be affectionate with a stranger, especially when she knew I might be in danger. So, according to my contemplation, Fauxie had already met that woman before and knew she was innocuous. And their previous meeting would have been more than just a typical one. That was when I understood that something had happened without my cognizance.

When I was kept preoccupied with all these thoughts, my perplexity settled down for a bit, just so that I could scrutinize her carefully. All I could see was that she was wearing a black coat that seemed too old and covered her entire body. But, despite all this, I could notice something- her hands that were stroking Fauxie’s head. They had bruises. Not one, not two, but many! They didn’t seem normal. Looked like someone had persecuted her. Jesus Christ!

The rain stopped pelting down and it was time for me to leave, though that woman had left me confounded. I started walking and after a few steps, I turned back for once, to look at her. She was also gazing at me, her expression giving away nothing. I then looked in front and continued walking. I could think about nothing else but her.

(To be continued..)