02-20-2019, 05:40 PM
Chapter 4: Target Acquired
Athlete’s Village, Eastfield Lodge
Lunch time
Tom spotted suspect #2 out of the corner of his eye. Robert Bridgeman. He was one of the team’s assistant coaches. He was Tom’s least favorite and, more importantly, he was a very skittish person by nature. Tom plated his sandwich from the food court and walked towards Bridgeman’s table.
“Do you mind if I join you, Bob?” Tom asked confidently.
“Why not? Please... take a seat. What can I do for you, Tom?” He responded hesitantly.
“Nothing. I was just growing tired of Brookshire showing off.” He chucked at his own lie.
“Ok, well, I am happy to have your company. Last night I thought of a new defensive position for you guys if a striker comes down one of the sides.”
Play the game. Tom thought to himself. For the next 5 minutes, Tom sat through what was actually an extraordinarily well thought out strategy. He quickly moved it to his mental archives.
“How is life for you back in LOM?” Tom ventured.
“Not so good. Obviously, my team Portland FC, is great. The issue is that my wife just got into a car accident. Not good.”
“I am so sorry to hear that! Is she ok?” The wheels in Tom’s head were already turning.
“She is alright, just in pain sometimes. A lot of pain. It is really unfortunate.”
Tom was pretty sure he had peiced things together sufficiently. He concluded his conversation and went to seek out the remaining 8 people on his list. This was more for due diligence than anything though. He was pretty sure he had cracked the case. All he needed was a little more evidence.