Wild dog

[kabukiman]

OOC: no, it's not chadoor or bhurkas, but dress for older women in southern europe or fisherman villages.

[Mr. Handy]

"Yeah, I think you're right," says Paula. "Those don't appear to be burqas after all. I shouldn't have any problem communicating then. Once you two have gotten in position, I'll make the approach, although it looks like they've already seen all of us."

[ghill]

Go ahead says Paulus dropping into a seat by the cafe from where he can watch the street as well as the occupants of the cafe.

[drone232]

"We'll be here if you need us". Says Agent Parker. He leans back against a tree and takes out the same local newspaper as before from underneath his jacket and pretends to be atleast soewhat interested in it as he watches the locals afar.

[Mr. Handy]

Paula nods and approaches the women, self-conscious about towering over them. "Good day, ladies," she says. "Do any of you speak English?"

[kabukiman]

A waiter spits in the table where Paulus is, and then starts cleaning it; he then serves a glass of wine.

Paula notice that the locals from this village are even shorter than the rest of portuguese population. The women look at her puzzled, then one of them screams something in one house and a girl gets out. She must be 15 or even less, black hair, tanned skin (like all the locals) dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She answers a bit anoyed:
-Yeah?

[Mr. Handy]

"Good day, ma'am," says Paula. "Do you know anything about the recent death of an American that happened near here? They say it was a dog that did it."

[kabukiman]

- I don't know much about it. The american guy had been here some days ago. He said he was a photographer. Then he vanished. Some kids found the body, but nobody though it was the american; the kids said the body was all black. We alerted the police. After they came, they made the routine questions, but suddenly they changed and they just said us to shut up. And then in the news they said that the american had been killed by a dog. If it was a dog, it wouldn't be one of ours.

In the cafe, a men asks to Paulus in english with a thick accent (he have probably 70):
-Are you american?

[ghill]

Paulus turns to the man and smiles. "Me, no friend, I'm Canadian, eh. Why d'you ask? eh.

[Mr. Handy]

"How do they know it was a dog at all?" asks Paula. "Did anyone see it?"

[kabukiman]

Paula:
-I don't know. They have laboratory to discover that kind of things, isn't it? Like you see in the TV. But it wasn't one of our dogs.

Paulus:
-Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I lived 30 years in America, in Newark, I worked in a bakery. My son owns one now and he is an american citizen- he says all proud- well, have a good stay here and enjoy the sun. You won't find this weather in your country.

[ghill]

Paulus quickly interrupts the man before he can turn away. "No this weather is certainly baking the damp out of my old bones eh. So what brought you back to Portugal after 30 years eh? Not just the weather surely, eh?"

[kabukiman]

-This was the place I was borne, so I decide to return here. And to show everyone how well suceeded I was. I have one of the biggest house here. Well, not very dificult, since all houses here are so small.

[Mr. Handy]

"I see," says Paula. "Did the authorities come by and ask people here about the attack? Has anyone else been around asking questions?"

[ghill]

"It must be a change of pace after all that time in America", says Paulus to the old man. "..and I bet you don't have o worry about wild dogs attacking you in Newark. I hear a young American was savaged by one recently"

[kabukiman]

Paula:
-Well, just a couple of journalists, but we didn't knew what they were asking: how many dogs, if he had been robbed. And the police didn't asked much, and they never talked about any dog, they just told us to not speak much or we could ruin the investigation. If they had made any further questions, they would have discovered that the american was doing some weird questions in the tavern. Don't aske me what, I never go there, it's a place just for the men.


Paulus
-Yes, completly different. This is quiet. And the idea of a dog killing someone so near is strange. Only if it is a dog from Mindelo. One of ours woul never do such a thing.

[Mr. Handy]

"Thank you," says Paula. "What's the tavern called, and where is it?"

[ghill]

Paulus

I have to say I haven't seen many stray dogs around here, or at least not one which might kill a strong young man, eh. Do you think it could have been something else, eh? I bet everyone has an opinion about what really happened, eh.....Why should it be different for the dogs of Mindelo?

[kabukiman]

Paula
They call it now a coffe house to be more modern, but it's still the same old tavern. The girl points to the place where Paulus is.

Paulus
Our dogs wouldn't do such a thing, they are good dogs. And it was a shock to us to know he had died. He was a strange fellow doing strange questions, but he was nice anyway.

[Mr. Handy]

"Thanks again," says Paula. "Have a good day." She takes her leave and heads over to the tavern.