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100TC 65: Questioning

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Kyle
The sky was blue; bluer than usual. There were clouds, but that was alright. They were white, puffy clouds, so that was pretty. And it was warm, but there was a cool breeze blowing on the wind. The park was clean; there had been a park clean-up event yesterday, I think. So the cement path was clean and garbage free.
"So where were you born?" I asked casually.
Randy replied, "Manchester, England."
That's what I thought. "But you don't have an accent. You sound very American," I said. It was true; he didn't have a "British accent". This was only one reason why I was suspicious of him.
He smiled apologetically. "That's true; I don't have an accent. That's because I was raised here."
"But Carolynn mentioned, I think, that you two got engaged in Portugal."
"Yes, we did. I actually moved to Portugal for a few years and I met her there. After she left, though, for Argentina, I moved back here to the States. That's why we had to break off the engagement; she had to move to Argentina and I couldn't go with her."
I nodded slowly.
This conversation wasn't exactly a friendly, casual conversation like we made it seem. For quite some time, now, we had been bouncing back and forth asking each other questions about our pasts. Although we acted civilized and casual, we both knew exactly what the other was trying to do. We were both trying to force information out of the other in order to learn what exactly was being hidden.
I was beyond frustrated that I couldn't find any information about him, Carolynn's friend. She was my fiancé, now, and I wanted to know who her ex-fiancé was and why he was so suspicious of me.
Of course I had something to hide; something big. But I had a feeling that he did, too. Why else would I be able to find nothing about his past in my data bases? That wasn't normal! How could he hide that kind of information? I wanted to know about him and I couldn't find a thing. I was losing my mind.
"But she knew your best friend, Joseph? How is that, exactly?" I asked suspiciously.
For once, Randy hesitated. "Well, yes. Joseph and I roomed together, and we headed to Portugal to see what it was like. We liked it and decided to stay awhile. And then I met Carolynn…" he trailed off.
I was quiet, thinking. Sometimes I did feel sorry for the man, in a way. He'd lost Carolynn a long time ago. That had to have hurt. She was so wonderful, so special. I tried to put myself in his shoes to see what it would have been like to lose a woman like her; no, to lose her specifically. And every time I did so, it always hurt the same. It seemed he still ached, too, even though he'd moved on and had a girlfriend that he really loved.
There were some things I liked about Randy. I honestly believed we could have gotten along, become friends, even, if he hadn't been so hostile and close minded upon meeting me.
"What about you? Where did you grow up?" he asked, changing the subject.
I was slightly peeved; I still had questions and was not satisfied with the few answers I had gotten. But I wore my polite face and used my careful voice and answered him easily and honestly. "North Dakota; small town, you probably wouldn't know the name."
"And how did you meet Carolynn?" he pressed.
"She was on vacation in the area, visiting relatives she said, and we met at, well… a public restroom," I admitted. It was easy for me to answer his questions because most of them had nothing to do with the secret I was keeping.
He looked as if he were about to laugh. "A bathroom?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. Not in the restroom, rather just outside the restroom. You know the rest stops on the interstate?"
He nodded.
"And how they always have vending machines outside the bathrooms? Well I was behind her to buy a bag of chips and when she got her soda and turned around, she bumped into me and dropped the can of soda. It fell to the ground and exploded, soaking the both of us."
This time he did laugh.
I ground my teeth together but gave a convincing laugh, even though I knew he was laughing at me rather than with me. "Yeah, it was pretty…special. I offered to buy her a new soda, though, and we ended up sitting at one of the picnic tables and talking. And we sort of hit it off."
Randy nodded again.
Before he could speak, I hit him with another question. "So where do your parents live?" Let's see him dig his way out of this one, I thought. I already knew he had been put up for adoption at the age of three. But again, I couldn't find any other information about him after that.
"They, um…" he looked off into the distance. "I don't know. My dad died after he left my mom; after he made her put me up for adoption, actually."
"Why would he leave your mother after he made her put you up for adoption?"
He shrugged. "So he wouldn't have any responsibilities over me, I suppose. No child support that way, no need to visit me after he left. It doesn't matter, though. He was a drunk anyway."
"And your mother? Where is she?"
"Dunno."
"So your foster parents. What about them?" I pressed.
Another hesitation. "They died last year."
Should I believe him? Or was he BS-ing me? I wasn't sure just yet. He was a smooth liar, I knew that. But could he be making all of this up? "Sorry to hear that," I said. "So you just recently began working at that little coffee shop a few blocks away? In the past few months, right? What did you do before that?"
Randy shrugged. He did that a lot. "Worked with the government."
Oh? "The government? What kind of thing did you do?"
"Um… background stuff. You know, checking people out, making sure they are who they say they are," he said, eyeing me.
"Oh yeah? Sounds tough."
"Yeah, it can be. Being a Sub—" at first it looked like he was about to smack himself, but then he chuckled. "—A sub; I had no clue I was a sandwich. What I meant to say was being with the government and eating subs for lunch every day on the move was pretty rough. That's why I resigned."
If I were a dog, my ears would have perked up. What was that? Did he misspeak? That would be the first time I witnessed him do so. A sub… Could that have supposed to have been a capital "s" rather than a lower case? I'd never heard the term used for an occupation like that, but it was a possibility. And if that was the case… then why did he correct himself? Was that what he was hiding?
I didn't let my curiosity show. "I'll bet," I said casually.
Weird; he looked… relieved.
Yes, he was definitely hiding something, I decided. And whatever he was hiding had to do with his being a… a sub. Or a Sub? Either way, what did that mean? Did that mean… Ugh, I had no idea. But this piqued my curiosity and gave me the chance to—hopefully—find more out about Randy Jones.
As soon as I got home, I would find out everything I could about subs/Subs, whatever those were.
Oh noooes! Randy has misspoken...WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO??? Lol jk, but he did screw up there. Pretty bad...

Anyhow, stay tuned...
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NOOOOEEES.... the suspense is killing me Dx