Where the Sun Sets  
                                                                                          
                                      Chapter 16 
 
     Harold was not settled with the information he had just devoured. There was

nothing to imply the recent shooting had anything to do with Antonia's past. Yet

nothing of what he had read had suggested it had not. Harold tried to tell himself it
 
was all just part of his over protectiveness for the child, that and a deep hollow
 
boredom that begged to be dealt with. 

     He sat back in his chair and brought his hands together in pyramid position in

front of his face. Maybe he was just getting old. Getting, there's a laugh, maybe he

was old. What was it, what was the missing piece? He reached out for his coffee, but
 
the cup was empty. He placed it down next to the phone, and let his hand glide from

the cup to the phone's receiver. Should he call Sharon back? Why though, what could

she add? 

     He pulled his hand back again and he sat for a minute more just staring at the

phone. Again his hand reached out for the receiver. He picked it up and listened for

the dial tone before he dialed her number for the second time that morning. 

     "Sharon, sorry to bother you. It's me again." 

     "What can I do for you this time boss?" 

     "Nothing probably, I'm not sure. Just a feeling, like I'm missing something." 

     "You okay, Harry, ya want me to run over to your place?" 

     "No, no it's nothing like that. It's just, well it's this Dal Santo thing." 

     "Listen, you have to let it go. What happened wasn't your fault. Stop kicking

yourself." 

     "Christ Sharon, if I wanted to have my ass wiped, I'd check myself into a

nursing home. What I am trying to say is that I don't feel as if I have what I need

 here. Instinct tells me this shooting has to do with her past. I have looked all

through my files and, I don't know, maybe I am just looking too hard." 

     "Okay, boss, tell ya what. Meet me down at Joe's in twenty minutes. You can by

me a cup of coffee and you can tell me what it is you're missing. How's that sound

Chief, you game?" Harold did a once over his desk before replying. "Thanks hon. Sounds
 
like a good idea. I appreciate you taking the time."

     It only took Harold ten minutes to walk to Joe's, where he ordered the coffee

and some sticky buns.  He picked a booth by the front door.  Not only did this allow
 
Sharon to locate him quickly, but it looked less like a date.  For some reason, the
 
latter part was important to Harold. 
                                         


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