Chasing Justice Read Free

fifty, but could easily pass for thirty-five. The judge, she had learned from public records, was sixty-six. Seeing Mrs. Lions infuriated Piper. She could never understand why men cheat, but especially why they cheat on beautiful women.
    While jotting some notes about the judge’s schedule in her tattered black notebook, Piper heard the bell over the door of the diner jingle as a man entered. He was someone she hadn’t seen during her weeks at the diner, and she found herself intrigued. After a couple days perched in one seat you tended to see the same people, so a stranger was interesting.
    The man was tall and too thin for Piper’s taste, though, to be honest, she didn’t think she had a taste in men. Her past had made men as a whole seem rather repulsive. He looked like someone recovering from the flu in need of rest and food. Outside of that, he was beguiling enough in his own way to pique her curiosity, and she continued to watch him. His hair was dark, almost black, and cut short in a military style. He had great posture, and Piper thought perhaps he was a soldier who had mastered standing at attention. There didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary about this man, but for some reason Piper was captivated by him. She watched him the way you might watch a child who’s been accidently separated from his parents in a crowd—watching to make sure he found his way. This man seemed lost in some way, and Piper stared, waiting to see if he’d find what he was looking for.
    Betty jumped up from the stool where she sat counting her tips when she saw him enter. “Bobby you look like you’ve been running all over hell’s half acre.” For a moment Betty looked like she might throw her arms around him, but instead she slapped him across the shoulder.
    “Oh come on Betty, don’t give me any shit. I’ve been laying low for a while, waiting for this whole thing to blow over. Can I get something to eat or what?” Bobby scanned the diner as if to make sure whoever he was avoiding while laying low wasn’t present.
     
    “You have nothing to feel bad about. It could have happened to any cop on the force. Two week suspension is malarkey. I’d’ve gone right in there and given that captain a piece of my mind if I didn’t think those crooked bastards would be in here shutting the diner down the very next day. You keep your chin up, and I’ll get you the usual.” Betty was halfway in the kitchen as she finished her sentence and Bobby had no time to retort. His face was flush with embarrassment, and he sulked over to the corner booth where Piper was sitting.
    He didn’t notice Piper until he was almost ready to sit across from her. There were plenty of other empty booths, so she looked annoyed as she said, “Excuse me.” The man seemed to wake from a dream and shot back an equally irritated and confused look.
    “This is my booth. You’re in my booth.” He stood waiting for the girl to gather her things and move. When no attempt was made, he backed away more aggravated.
    “I’ve been sitting here for the last couple weeks,” she croaked at him. Piper thought to herself, what kind of weirdo has his own booth and expects people to get up when he comes in ?
    “That’s because I haven’t been here for the last couple weeks, but for five years I’ve been sitting here every morning for breakfast. So yeah, it’s my booth. But whatever, I don’t need this today.” He slinked into the adjacent booth as Betty re-emerged from the kitchen and immediately read the scene.
    “Oh Bobby, get over it. It’s just a seat and this young lady has been a loyal customer, as loyal as you or Judge Lions. Like clockwork.” At the sound of these words Piper’s cheeks pinked. Had she been so obvious with her attempts at surveillance that a waitress could spot her motives?
    “Fine,” Bobby mumbled. “I just want to get my life back to normal as soon as possible. My suspension is over, and I’m back on duty this morning. I was