Siren of the Waters: A Jana Matinova Investigation by Michael Genelin

Author:Michael Genelin
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Detective, Police Procedural, Crime & mystery, Mystery & Detective, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Fiction - Mystery, Political, Fiction, Suspense, Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective - Police Procedural, Crime & Thriller, Crime
ISBN: 9781569475850
Publisher: Jana Matinova
Published: 2009-07-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

The very tanned man filled up an extraordinary amount of space. It was not that he was so large. His presence alone managed to substitute for volume. As he stood next to the shop window watching the reflections from across the street, the pedestrians gave him a wide berth. It was not because he appeared fearsome, but because he was “formidable,” as the French might say, someone with whom you would not trifle.

The man had picked this window deliberately. It even had a mirror in one segment of its display case, which fit his needs better than the other windows on the street. He had been standing on the same spot for an hour, actually enjoying the show that passed by.

He viewed people as if they were in a performance being staged just for him. Some were good actors; some were bad actors. He would, in time, remove the bad actors from his stage. After all, they were just objects to amuse him, to please him, to do his bidding. If they didn’t, he would make sure that they could no longer act on his stage. It was all very simple.

The man would occasionally move his head slightly, catching different reflective angles. One of his slight turns caught her coming down the street. He knew her at once, the description and the small picture sent to him fitting her like a stencil.

She was not too tall or short and carried herself well, shoulders back and head erect, without looking masculine. She had an overall air of confidence without losing her femininity. A good combination for a woman police officer. He would have to think carefully about his approach to the problem she presented.

She went into her hotel, and almost immediately the man saw Tutungian. A new element in the play. The watcher was momentarily angry with himself for not taking into account that the policewoman might be followed.

He shifted his feet, angling for a different view of the reflections in the window, irritated that he might have given himself away. He had moved too quickly. Moving objects are perceived more readily than stationary ones. The movement catches the eye, particularly the eyes of those who are anxious about their own safety. Tutungian was one of them.

The man quickly shed his anger. He was rarely angry at himself, and seldom stayed angry at others. Anger is a wasteful emotion that only drains you. Besides, everyone was an object, and who could get angry over objects? Tutungian, though, was a man who suffered deep angers and nurtured longterm revenge. Too bad for Tutungian, not to understand and use his time in a wiser way.

He watched even more closely. No reaction from Tutungian. Good. Tutungian had not seen him. He was pleased. If the man had been in Tutungian’s place, he would have discovered the watcher. One of the major differences between himself and people like Tutungian.

Tutungian walked past the hotel, loitered for a while, then went inside. The tanned man did not have to see Tutungian’s actions to know what he was doing.

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