We Got Company

This is post 8 in Tim's serialized novel, A Typical Day in Miami. To start from the beginning, Click here

Raul Mendoza picked up his cigar, lay across the couch and blew a plume of smoke toward the ceiling. “Please, Brian Newell. Tell me how I can help you.”

“Raul, I have a problem with a homeless woman in the park. She needs services. I’m not sure who in the city handles the needs of the homeless.”

“The needs of the homeless? That’s rich.”

“She may have mental health issues.”

“Most of them do.”

“She dresses in all white. Every day she throws garbage from the seawall into the bay. Overnight security can’t catch her. She moves like a ghost.”

“A ghost?”

“Yes, she wraps her head in a white turban and her body in a white sheet.”

“Raul,” Nelly called from the outer office.

He turned his head toward the door and shouted, “In a meeting.”

“We got company.”

“Repeat.”

“We got…” Something muffled her voice.

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