Sitting
calmly on a New Jersey picnic table bench sat a middle age man. His hair was
short and grey, cut in a military-like-appearance. His skin was red from over
exposure to the sun. He sat with an effeminate leg cross with his right over
left. He carefully observed the world as he pet a scraggly looking, light
orange feline. She did not mind the attention. He appeared to enjoy the
company. He continued to mumble to himself. His words were not quite
distinguishable. Yet, in his genius mind, he was working on perhaps the largest
bank heist in history.
Also
in New Jersey was a thought provoked James Goetz. Stream was almost coming off
of James Goetz’s head by this point. He was thinking hard. “Where in
Connecticut is my final paper”? James Goetz was retracing his steps. He had
written his final paper for the University in Connecticut, a week prior. He
then traveled home to New Jersey for the weekend. He thought he brought the
paper with him, but cold not find it anywhere. Therefore, it must be in
Connecticut, not New Jersey. The paper was due Monday morning and young James
Goetz had no intention of leaving New Jersey for Bridgeport early. Hopefully,
his paper would turn up. James Goetz decided to take a quick yet not too brief
of a break from looking. He went to grab a snack from the icebox. To his
surprise, James Goetz was staring directly at his paper! There was
No
point at trying to determine how it got there. He found it, his mind cold be at
ease. There were more important things to think about, like graduating.
With
his paper now found, James Goetz would be able to enjoy one more New Jersey
evening before departing for class in Connecticut. The next morning. He decided to take a stroll through the park.
The leaves were still full on the trees. The grass was overgrown. The evening
was humid, but the humidity was cut by a nice cool easterly sea breeze.
James
Goetz noticed a particularly peculiar man speaking to a cat. Normally, he would
have let the odd visual simply be. However, he had not seen this man before and
he was pretty close to his house. In seeing the oddities of late, with the
postal mailman, the senator, crazy militants and the wacko German kid, Goetz
was highly suspicious.
Learning
from his mother, he patiently waited for this catman to leave, He then pursued
him at a distance with extreme caution. As the man walked past the local bank,
he paused, stared at it, then appeared to pull out a writing utensil and
parchment and began documenting something.
Around
the same time, a lady walked by telling James Goetz the man has been in front
of that back making notes at that very time each night for the past two
evenings.
Student
doctor James Goetz found this an interesting diagnosis. Differential diagnoses
state this catman was planning a robbery or drawing the building. Considering
he was writing with only his hand behind the parchment, a robbery was being
planned.
The
Duchess was for too far away to contact. It appeared it was up to young James
Goetz. He was going to be late back to Bridgeport to get to class. If he
stopped the robbery, hopefully he will have his absence excused. If he was
wrong, not good.
James
Goetz visits the bank first thing in the morning, speaking with the bank
manager of the proposed heist. Later that evening, the catman enters the vault
and freeze. The entire police force was waiting for him.
James
Goetz sat comfortably in Bridgeport; a cool sea breeze was blowing though the
window. A smile was on his face as he read his clinical neuroanatomy textbook.
His absence was excused.
