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New York Post Headline
"Riverdale Lawyer Killed in Mugging- Prominent Bronx attorney, David Golden was killed near his Riverdale home last night in what police believe was a mugging gone wrong...”
“Mugging gone wrong? That’s bullshit! No one gets mugged in Riverdale!” Oscar blurted while riding his road racer bicycle through Van Cortlandt park.
Still, his mind went back to the article he read in the park’s cafeteria...shot point blank... Oscar knew the victim David Golden. They had a meeting a week ago and now someone killed him. This was no mugging.
Lost in the crime Oscar failed to see the red blur rolling up fast behind him, until.
Crash! “Hey, what the hell?” he yelled at the red blur that smashed into his racer.
“The hell nothin! You slowed down too fast, man!” the crashing female offender yelled back.
When Oscar faced the crasher he saw that everything about her was wrong. First, she was a little girl, maybe eleven, and she rode a beautiful red Low Rider bicycle, L.A. Chicano style.
Second, she was dressed wrong in a too short black school skirt, boots and a white top. Not clothes for outdoor bike riding or for a pre-teen girl.
Then Oscar remembered he’d seen this girl before. In the park cafeteria earlier where she’d spilled a whole tray of food on some dude! What a ditz! He let her know.
“You’re that clumsy girl that made a scene in the cafeteria earlier!"
“Huh? You saw that? So you know it’s been a rough morning for me! Could be rough for you too, Oscar Delgado!” she said his full name.
“Excuse me? How do you know my name?"
“Eh? The same reason I chased you up this hill!” she showed a black leather wallet, “Because you left your wallet in the cafeteria!”
“I did?”
“Sure you did!" she pulled his license, "Oscar Delgado, born 1992-" Surprised, he took the wallet from her with a, “Thank you, I appreciate you fin-”
“No problem, that’s a cool bike you got there, what is it? A twenty speed?” she asked.
“Twenty seven speed,” he answered.
“Oh, excuse me! I ride a fixed gear, see!” showing her hip bike.
Oscar admired the girl’s Low Rider. He'd never seen one before. But it wasn’t just the bike, it was her.
The pre-teen was distractingly pretty. A slim Chicana, with a budding figure and long black hair that she whipped backward while speaking to him. He knew she'd be a knockout by seventeen, and still be jailbait. He kept the conversation civil.
“That’s a cool Low Rider you got! But, um, you should buy riding gear for-”
“Why? You don't like my look?" She cut him off, pigeon toed her feet and posed her legs for him. Oscar gulped and evaded her.
“You look fine, but either way I have to go. Thank you for finding my wallet, and nice meeting you!” Oscar rode away from the girl. She chased after him.
“Hey wait! You didn’t meet me, you didn’t even ask my name, hey slow down!”
He didn’t slow down, and he didn’t want to know her name, but she persisted.
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“You can go faster than me, but I know you’re going to that secret bike trail, so you may as well show it to me because I want to see the view and my name is Kira! So now you know me! Hee!”
“What a strange girl!” he laughed to himself. A girl like this out here, was she lonely or just weird? Whatever. Oscar switched gears and took off, leaving the girl a mile behind and out of sight.
Secrets and Silence
Oscar rode to the secret bike trail the girl mentioned and surveyed all of New York City from the hilltop. A beautiful view. He chuckled at how he ditched the little girl but then his mind locked on David Golden's murder.
'Stop being paranoid!' he chided himself. Then, from the path.
“Hey! You thought you lost me? Well you didn’t! I said you could go faster, but I’d find you, heh!”
The little girl? How'd she find him? He was sure he lost her, but somehow she tracked him to the viewpoint. Impressed, he smiled and helped her up the trail.
“You’re a tough kid, how did you find me? I left you at-"
“Wow! So beautiful!” she scanned the city skyline.
“Oh! Yes it is, but you should see it at night, the whole city lights up!” he added.
“Really?" she faced him, "Would you bring me here at night?”
“Uhh...well...you don’t have to come with me, you know the route now. But don’t tell everyone about this place!” he evaded.
“Why? Because it’s our secret?”
Oscar, caught off guard answered cautiously, “No, not a secret, we just don’t want everyone up here ruining the spot. The rarity makes it special.”
“Hunh...I hear you, don’t worry biker-boy, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t!”
Kira smiled, cleared her raven black hair from her eyes and viewed the skyline.
Oscar glanced at Kira’s lean tanned legs and slim body and again noted how pretty she was. And how much she carried herself like a woman.
“Is your mom ok with you coming out here like this?” he asked.
“You mean out here with creepy old men? Heh heh, nah don’t worry about her, she’s a libertine. I do what I want, or what I’m told, depends on my mood!”
Oscar forgot about David Golden and all thoughts of death. For now the enigmatic Kira distracted him. A pre-teen he couldn’t figure out. And she demanded things.
“Pinkberry! There’s one at the next park exit, and I know you have sixty dollars in your wallet. I know cause I looked!” she extorted.
“What a mean little girl you are! I suppose I don’t have a choice do I?”
“Not true. If you choose to take me to Pinkberry it’s because you want to, and I know you want to!” she smiled.
“How do you know what I want?”
“Cuz you look like a blueberry man, yum! Come on Oscar Delgado let’s go already!”
She grabbed his arm and bullied him into frozen yogurt. Oscar didn’t mind, but as an adult he felt he shouldn’t enjoy Kira’s company too much.
But he did enjoy it, a lot. And he did want to take her. No, bad choice of words. Rather, he wanted to buy frozen yogurt for Kira at Pinkberry.
There, a better choice of words for his non-creepy psyche.