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He stood, taking a few moments to gather his breath and his thoughts. He glanced back around the non-descript room. It was nothing special, but he would have prefer to stay there that night.
He poked his head round the door, "If you gentleman wouldn't mind giving me a few minutes to grab my coat?"
The police officers either side of the door looked at each other, the tall one to the right giving him a nod.
He winked, and went back inside.
He and Paula had tidied up the previous night, he hadn't wanted to leave too much work for the maid. All his valuables, like his phone, his wallet and wedding band, which he maintained that he still wore because he liked it, had already been deposited in the hotel safe. The suitcase had stayed in the corner of the bedroom, closed now, with all the clothing that he wasn't wearing inside it, and his Handibag, empty now, since his lap top had been confiscated, and his mobile was elsewhere, sat on top of the case, looking pitiful.
Michel picked up the over coat, which Paula had chosen, and laid out for him on the bed before she'd left the previous night, and put it on. A man going out on business. He snorted, as he grabbed his room key. Yeah. Right.

The second he appeared fully outside of the rooms, the two officer flanked him so closely that he almost elbowed Little Lefty whilst he was locking up.

Way to go, Mike. Add Assaulting a Police Officer to your rap sheet, huh?

"Pays to be careful. Right, Officers?"
"Just get going, Mackenzie," Lefty snarled, seizing Mikey's arm from behind, so that he was practically frog marched down the hotel corridor. "Officer White, would you like to read the Defendant his rights?"
Mikey could almost feel the snide grins being exchanged as he paced on in front of them.
"David Michel Mackenzie, we are arresting you for 'Suspicion of Misleading a Child with the Intent to do Harm'. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of Law-"

Something to tell the Grand kids, eh, White? I read Mikey Mack his Miranda's.

"-cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you-"
They were really enjoying themselves with this. People stood in their doorways, as if watching some Thanks Giving Parade, jaws gaping as the trio move on past.
White reached the end of his invocation just as they came upon the lobby, where they steered him towards the front desk. He handed the key he was still holding to the receptionist, "Thanks, Ma'am. I'll be-"
Righty White poked him painfully in the back, "Move it, Mack."
He gave her a wounded smile as they exited the building, earning himself another vicious poke in the ribs. "Eyes front, Mack!"

Mikey was in a goldfish bowl, not a tank, but one of those magnifying bubble bowls, where if you looked into it, and concentrated on your reflection it looked huge and distorted. Except that he was on the inside, looking out at all of those amplified eyes and saucered heads. And they all stared, not with admiration, but in disgust. He was something meant to be appealing, that glowed with bright feelings, but when they peered closer, and the clouded glass grew thinner, what they saw revolted, a hideous distorted Angler fish. Wide mouthed, and feeding on the innocent.
There were bars on his tank, and he suspected that he was not the only occupant, but the corners were much more shadowy and overgrown with damp and mildew. He was loathe to venture into them to find out, and any sniggers he thought he could hear, were soon drowned out by screaming, shouting from elsewhere. The noises never stopped in this grotesque aquarium, applified by the stark walls and sent vibrating through the metal cages, so that, when Mikey sat on the stony bed, and leaned his head wearily against the bars, he could hear the whispering of the conger eel, cells below, as if he were right there.

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It's not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.- Frank N. Furter.


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