Now the older officer cringed in his seat and crinkled his forehead as though someone had just told him his pants were on backwards. “I beg your pardon, sir?”
“It sounds like some whack jobs may be heading your way tomorrow. So I just thought I should let you know.”
“But what makes you think this is going to be a terrorist attack?”
“I don’t know what it is, but I just didn’t think…”
“I understand that you probably used to be some big shot when you were a detective,” the guy’s facial features now appeared somewhat defensive. “But we don’t need you coming here to tell us our job.”
Terrance brought one of his hands forward, palm down, as though stating that he meant no offense. But the older man wasn’t buying it and got promptly back on his feet.
“What the hell do you think we do over here? Eat donuts and drink coffee all day?”
Terrance shook his head, realizing that his visit most likely was a huge mistake that was doomed to failure from the beginning.
“As a matter of fact, you are probably full of shit, just trying to get a rise out of me.” Now the guy’s eyes glared at him through angry slits in his face. “I think you better get the hell out of here before I detain you as a suspect yourself.”
Now Terrance got to his feet and went back to the corridor that had led him there. He started to leave but instead stopped and turned to the officer once more. “I’ve given you this information. It is up to you to use it. If you choose not to, then anything that may or may not occur here soon will be on you.”
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