He watched them talk, his attention waxing and waning at irregular intervals, as a result of which the two enthusiastic and youthful - almost frenetic - faces he had so close to his began to seem unreal. “Because all of this was the same as a medical “hidden camera,” the difference being that they could no longer catch him off guard they had already tried so many times that all they could do was risk “hiding the hidden,” hoping to slip it in between levels.
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The giant hallway was the main drag of a ghost town, its only residents a solitary custodian sweeping debris into a portable waste bin and the concession crew to his rear.” Gareth cringed while crossing the wide concourse, checking both directions. Over.”Īllowing his hand to linger by his chin, he gingerly scratched his cheek as if he had meant to do it all along.
Raising his wrist to his mouth, he spoke into the cuff of his long-sleeved tee. Gareth departed the concession stand, stopped, looked down at his hands, and tossed the hotdog into the first trash receptacle he saw. The hotdog was strictly for show, a prop, a way of blending in.īurst of static in his right ear: “G-man, you read me? What’s yo’ twenty, dawg?” “Gareth Miller grabbed the beer first, then the hotdog, because if there’s one thing you don’t want to be caught dead without at these sorts of events it’s beer.
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