Bakura was quite eager, for once, to arrive at work the next morning. He had even purposely exchanged a shift with the woman from yesterday. ‘No you did half of mine for me, I shall do yours today. Yes I should hate to sit around doing nothing. Oh I think the children could use a little cheering up today.’ There was one very specific reason for it, and not only that the weekend day care service would provide a free lunch to Ammon.
Gossip. One of the greatest and surprisingly it seemed least utilised tool in the human arsenal. Gossip to stars was a far different thing, but fr humans. Humans free to share their thoughts wherever they could lead. That was a thing of beauty.
So that morning as he checked out books, helped required novels be found, scanned through memberships cards and returned books, helped direct people to the different areas or suggest a nice cafe down the road, Bakura nattered with the customers. Wide eyed, hushed tones like what they were talking about was very secret.
‘Terrible business. Terrible business was it not. Yes yes. Oh I was there yesterday, you see. On my lunch break. Yes of course things must change. I even took my son. Yes I should not make that mistake again. Crying all into the night he was. Oh no no not the police officer. The attacker. Yes he had a gun. It was horrible. How did they let him it without searching him that is what I’d like to know.’
And of course once you got the ball rolling, once you had started the general conversation soon to be filling the halls of the Library and the streets outside, he could start interjecting his own little rumors in. Ah what fun this was.
‘He was shooting into the crowd. Yes I was there in the front row. He almost hit that black haired girl. The one asking stupid questions. Why did they let a little kid in that’s what I’d like to know. Yes the officer was protecting the public. Looks like he needed a rest. Well would you not if people were blaming you for killing their children? I only scan books. Few people were up on that stage with him . Dreadful job. Well if you wish to know what I think. That criminal group- the .. caves? the under- ground. They planted him. Wanted to show their power. Did not turn out how they wished I imagine. They’re in the newspapers too, did you read the headline? What a load of crock. Yes I know. Even that old police Chief. I bet he was in their pocket. Who can you trust these days. That new chief looks like a kid. Poor thing yes. The writers of the paper should be ashamed. Yes I quite agree.’
And doubts at his words were easily dealt with when one woman who had been watching it on television spoke up about having seen the black haired girl too. That about cemented his words in their minds. Right about one thing, right about all. Especially when you delivered them in just the right way, now able to appease people with dropping multiple names in agreement with him. Sending a stream of women and other well read people back out from his Library into the city bristling with indignation at the mishandling of the case in the media was his little contribution. Rumor spreading among humans was so utterly fun.
