“Good evening,” the man smiled and said.
He held something in his right hand but turned his knuckles toward Elijah so that the latter couldn’t see it. He pushed it up into his sleeve with his fingers.
Elijah didn’t notice as he replied good evening.
After an awkward silence. Elijah said “well, you see later,” and walked off.
“Please wait a moment,” the man blurted.
Elijah turned around spooked. He had expected the man to say something, but he didn’t.
“What is it?” Elijah looked into his eyes and asked.
Something was off in his eyes. There was no emotion despite his smile, similar to a dead fish’s eyes. Did the man recognize his police sketch on TV or something?
Elijah was wearing a yellow hoodie and orange cap he borrowed from Bunta to help conceal his face.
“What are you doing?” the man asked.