9:38 a.m. Well, if you hadn't figured it out yet, things don't quite work out as tidily in real life as they do in the fictional world of books and movies. I waited at the intersection for a half hour and Subject never showed. So, I am back on the house, watching for any signs of activity.
10:02 a.m. Surprise, surprise. The cops pay me a visit. "Hello, officer." I say. He tells me that the lady a few houses down was getting paranoid because I'm sitting outside her house. I think of Minivan Lady. This town stinks. Officer Friendly takes me ID and comes back a minute later apologizing. "I'll leave so I don't draw too much attention to you. "Thanks," I say.
Then I have a thought. "Say," I call to him as he starts to walk away. "Would you or any of your cop buddies be interested in moonlighting for me? I'm looking for another P.I. in the Chicago area." He seems very interested and we exchange cards. Hmmm. I could assemble an army of private investigators and when my company is least expecting it I'll break off and form my own PI firm.
I am starving. I forgot to get provisions before I started my surveillance this morning. I dig around in the back and find a half eaten roast beef sandwich that I got from Arby's yesterday afternoon. I unwrap it and sniff. Still good. I think the salt preserves it. I take a bite.