He sat across the street in the open faced plexiglass bus stop shelter watching the commotion. The middle aged man in faded blue jeans and an ugly brown golf shirt looked as if he has spent the last few nights sleeping there on the bench. He hadn't seen a razor in weeks. His auburn shoulder length hair quite disheveled.  He appeared to be just another lazy bum, the kind most people don't give a second look.<br/><br/>This was by design.<br/><br/>As he watched the events unfold, his pale blue eyes paid close attention to the case that seemed to be in dispute. What was in the case? He hoped he didn't have to intercede in what was undoubtedly going to be an ugly confrontation. That could spoil everything he had been working on for the last three weeks.  But the safety of the boy had to come first. He would protect the curly headed boy if need be. He was an innocent bystander.