Tracking
The temperature has dropped considerably during the night, making their breath cloud in the early morning air as they pull up in front of the pharmacy. Kelly kills the engine and locks up the vehicle, the follows Sharon inside, straight to the manager's office.
"Laurie, could you please come by my office for a moment?" her manager's voice calls over the speaker system, making Laurie look up sharply. She quickly racks her brain for anything she might have done wrong. She hasn't been working here for that long, less than half a year, and she is the youngest employee as well, placing her effectively at the very bottom of the pecking order. This would be a tremendously bad thing if her colleagues weren't as kind or at least polite as they are. Maybe it's just about changing shifts with Kim again, she thinks and knocks on the door, entering shortly after. The two women in business-like pantsuits are a surprise, and Laurie stops a moment, looking uncertainly from the visitors to the squat figure of her boss.
"Thank you for coming, dear. Don't worry, these agents just need to ask you some questions." he says kindly, jumping up and drawing out another chair for her to sit. Laurie does so automatically, but her heart has started pounding uneasily nonetheless, and doesn't really stop doing so as the blonde of the two women introduces them as CIA agents and explains that they're looking for someone.
"I'm sorry for taking up your time, Miss Henderson. We wouldn't even need to speak to you except Mr Palmer here imformed us that the security cameras in this store were out of order all of last week. You were working on the evening of the 16th, correct?"
Laurie nods blankly. That had only been a few days ago. The woman, who had introduced herself as Agent Carter, nods back.
"The man we are looking for came through here around half past seven. White, late twenties to early thirties, about six feet tall, athletic build..."
Laurie nods along, sifting through her memory. There hadn't been many patrons that night, and she can narrow it down to a handful based on that description.
"...Also, he was carrying a baby." Agent Carter concludes, watching her reaction closely. Laurie can almost feel the metaphorical lightbulb flare.
"Yes, yes, he was here." she affirms quickly, then pauses. The young man hadn't seemed like the kind who'd be hunted by the CIA. "He's not... They're not in trouble, are they?" she asks hesitantly, the image of the young man and his sad, worried eyes as he gently cradled the baby in his arms before her mind's eye.
"No, well..." Agent Carter starts, smiling sympathetically for the first time since Laurie came in. "He's an important witness. There are some very unsavory people after him."
"Oh." Laurie said, deflating, wondering what international government conspiracy she might have just stumbled into. "He, uh... He paid with credit card. Maybe you can use that to trace him."
"I can pull that information up for you right now." Mr Palmer offered helpfully, already turning towards his computer. Agent Carter nodded gratefully.
"That would be very good of you. Thank you both for your help."