Chapter 7

Ann pushes open the gate to the dumpster, a man is sitting in a lounge chair, his back it to us. I can only see the light colored wicker hat that he is wearing, he is watching a very nice high definition television that has some nature show, a hand reaches out from the side of the chair and sets a half drank glass of iced tea on a small table next to the chair.
He slowly turns the chair around to face us, his face is hidden by the brim of the hat "I had a feeling that you would be coming here" I recognize the vioce, but it cant be.
He raises his head, Ann gasps, "Morgan Freeman?" I say out loud.
"Well you know my name, now what is yours, more importantly what is is that you want from me?"