Watson Goodstone leaned against the patrol car and smirked to his friendly adversary. He smoothed out his short beard, and took a few observatory notes. The equipment was doing most of the stakeout at this point, which allowed him to work on some theories.
“You… is that equipment working correctly Goodstone?” Monk asked as he ran a hand over his freshly shaved head. Perplexed, he straightened his leather jacket and then studied the building.
“Yes. Tech at headquarters got me a new camera and the laptop is mine.” Goodstone scratched out the complex line of mathematical symbols and started over. “I couldn’t come up with a scientific reason, so I called you up.”
Monk laughed and looked to the laptop then to the building. “There’s another one. Where… It’s impossible.”
“Come on Monk, its within the permutations of possibilities. We’ve got what, four or five major heros looking out for King City. We’ve had our share of gods, aliens, biological outbreaks.” Watson spoke as he tucked the notepad back into his jacket.
“I’ll give you that. Then it’s highly improbable.” Monk nodded, liking the flavor of his phrase. “But how can I give you answers, if the universe is giving us both the same questions?”
“Just needed a change of mind, a different point of view. This maybe the one thing that we can agree on. And I’ve done the usual checks, no sub basement, no tunnels. The scanners aren’t picking up anything that would indicate a teleportation… No power fluctuation, no change in weather which is the usual indication of doomsday devices.” Watson poured himself a cup from the thermos and handed it over to Monk. “I can explain gravity easier than what we’re seeing right now.”
The two men looked at the library. Simple plain flat brown and green building. The truly strange part was that it had 2 exits and 1 entrance. And by the count on the laptop, there was a good reason for twice the exits than entrances.
More people were leaving the library than entering it.
“I need a scotch.” Monk said as looked to the building and stepped back.
“You don’t drink.”
“This maybe a good time to start.”
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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