NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued
October, 2009
BUFFALO, NY
She dressed, walked, and acted so differently that I almost didn't recognize her. I still had time for a quick once-over.
She looked beautiful and professional. Her hair was back in a plain, high ponytail, and she wore a short-sleeved blouse and a khaki skirt. I had never seen her in a skirt, and it emphasized her sinuous figure. She also had a stubby, wicked-looking handgun in a holster at her side, and a belt that held a couple of extra ammo clips.
I'm ashamed to say how refreshing it was to see someone I knew, even if it was someone I thoroughly distrusted. "Who was that guy?" I said. "Who shot him?"
"We can talk about this in back," said Lys.
"Are you some kind of a cop?" I said.
"There's a table back there," she sa
