Number 2 Patterson/Regency Square.

so.
its no secret.
im kinda nosey.
i lurk hardcore.
i dont consider myself a snoop.
as much as i do a sleuth.

like other people.
i like to know things.
and finding these things out.
comes easy to me.

im good at the hunt and peck.
search and seizure.

so when im on the bus.
this is fine time.
to learn some new info.
whether its about someones life.
their job.
the city.
its all out there.
its all juicy.
and its all interesting.

so on the bus last night.
this guy.
just a dude.
was one the phone.
chillin in the back.
talking bout this.
bout that.

then he mentions his niece.
about her getting "snatched up"
i immediately switch my focus.
from the lady at the fronts convo
about her babies daddies.
to his.
i listen.
he says things like.
" been gone for days"
and.
" the neighbors know"
"its her mommas fault"
"hope shes not raped"
"prolly wont find her"
"thrown out in some ditch somewhere"

so i put two and two together.
and come to the conclusion
that shes been kidnapped.

the man is so nonchalant.

it kinda freaks me out.
he makes a few more comments.
before shifting the conversation to pussy and cards.

but still.
the idea lingers in the bus.
it echos loudly from front to back.
im sure other were wondering the same.

i still am.
who and where and why?

i wanted so badly to pry.
to ask questions.
to pull the string.
run off.
and start searching then and there.
investigate.
dig deeper.

but yet.
i didnt.
instead.
i sat there.
ears wide open.
mind running wild.
lurking on the number 2.