*SKRISH*
The curtain slid easy to one side.
She saw two men. One had not quite short blond hair and blue eyes. His teeth were clenched and his back was to the wall. He was wearing a black North Face jacket and light tan khakis, along with those black dress shoes that are made by some athletic shoe company. The other had poofy brown hair and brown eyes. He had a bit of a tan, and a neatly trimmed goatee. He was wearing a jacket with a VW logo on the front. His fists said “Let’s Go” but his legs said “run away” as they ever so slightly shook in his blue jeans. The black boots were worn, and seemed to be a few years old.
Bob lowered his fists. The curtain was gone, and in it’s place was a woman he’d never seen before. She was Asian, and had long black hair that had been pulled back into a pony tail. Her leather jacket went down past her waist, and her thigh-high boots didn’t go up high enough to keep her knees from showing. She had on glasses and her hands had tight black gloves on them. She was staring at them, almost unsure of what to say. Phil still had his teeth clenched, but Bob had started to relax.
She lifted one eyebrow ever so slightly. “Bob, why don’t you tell Phil to relax.”
Bob smacked Phil in the chest, resulting in Phil letting out a yelp. Phil’s jaw hurt from clenching his teeth, but not enough to keep him from talking. “You…you know our names?”
She pointed her finger at him. “Phil Anderton. You work in human resources for a food company.”
Bob smirked. “She’s got you down.”
Her finger switched partners. “Robert Fulton. You sell Volkswagens for a living, but you’ve also been a bouncer, a shipping clerk, a help desk employee and a bus driver, none of which applies to your major in History.”
Bob’s jaw dropped. Phil nodded his head. “You forgot his brief job as a mall Santa.”
“Nobody’s perfect. Now get out of the tub. We need to talk” said the mystery lady, in a very authoritarian tone.
Phil slowly got out of the tub, and Bob was right behind him. They walked out to the living room. She pointed to the couch. “Why don’t you two have a seat right there” she said, as she pulled the coffee table almost to the entertainment center, which she then cleared off to sit on. Phil and Bob slowly sat on the couch
“Say, you know us, what’s your name?” Bob asked.
The lady smiled a slight smile, as she folded her hands into her lap and figited a bit with her jacket. “You can just call me Mokoto for now.”
Phil leaned slightly forward. “If you’re with the police, I can explain why we were here.”
Mokoto kept glancing between them. “I’m not with the police. I’m an old friend of your friend.”
“You knew Jer?” Bob asked.
“I did know him. Not well. It was more of knowing of him.”
Phil pointed at the stack of jewel cases. “Do you know of a reason somebody would do this?”
Mokoto leaned a bit forward. “I know a good reason, and I might know that whatever was being looked for wasn’t found, and that leaves me asking you two if you know other places I might find a hard drive, a CD, or a memory device of some kind.”
Bob and Phil looked at each other, then at Mokoto.
Just then the front door opened.
