replied with a grin, “The loos are just there.”
I nodded my thanks and headed that way. I saw the blonde had joined the other two women again. They were slowly moving toward the hall. I grinned at myself as I approached, my eyes on the rich woman. I could use a little extra scratch.
I accidentally bumped into her and yelled over the music as I laid a hand on her arm, “Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I'm so clumsy.” She shook her head with a smile. I could almost make out her face. I turned and bumped into Scratch, this time really on accident. I diverted my eyes and hustled down the hall and turned into the women's bathroom as the three walked past, listening to the blonde chirping about something amusing that had them laughing.
I closed the door behind me and reached into my bag. Then I started to panic, where was the woman's wallet? It was an easy matter to liberate it from her. Then I paled. Scratch!
I opened the door and looked at the end of the hall where Steven was letting the women out. Scratch looked back and I could feel the smug grin even if I couldn't see it, as she held up her girl's wallet and some little blue booklet.
I paled and pawed through my bag, mumbling, “Oh dear lord, where is it?” My passport was gone! I ran to the door and Steven opened it for me. I looked out as I saw the three ladies driving past, Scratch lowered her hood and winked at me.
I was in deep shit. They had my passport. I had no doubt the authorities would be looking for me in no time. I wasn't too worried about them finding me, but without my passport I was stuck in England. I could hit the Consulate up for a new one, but I'm sure there would be a warrant out for me and they'd just hand me over to the local cops.
I felt sick to my stomach. Step one, I had to get out of there. I headed back in and found Ronnie and thanked him. He helped me get Audrey outside without her getting crushed by the crowd.
I thanked him again outside, “I really appreciated you giving me some heat in there. That was hands down the most kick ass rave I've ever been to. It was supermurgitroid.”
He beamed at the praise and gave me a little hug.
I held my arm out and Steven got the hint and gave me a hug as well. I told him, “Take care of Ronnie.”
He nodded with a cheesy grin on his face. Then I turned and slung my bass over my shoulder and started heading back out along the back road toward a bus stop. Cussing at every fourth or fifth pace. “Damn. Damn. Damn.”
But then I straightened a bit. How hard could it be to find someone like Scratch, or that well to do woman? Maybe I could plead my case with them and they wouldn't turn me in. Scratch seemed to be one who dabbled on both sides of the line, judging by the ease she reverse pickpocketed me.
That was it, my plan. I glanced at the schedule then the time, just after midnight. This day was getting worse, the buses stopped running at midnight. The closest Tube station was five blocks away. I started hoofing it. I thought about my predicament all the way to the hostel.
The doors were locked, oh yeah, midnight curfew. I blinked, how had such an awesome day turned to such crap? Oh yeah, I got greedy. I broke my own cardinal rule of only taking what I needed. I hadn't needed the cash yet, that woman was just such a juicy target. I deserved the karma. I was about to call Gina when a man stumbled out the door, obviously well pickled. I grabbed the door before it closed and slipped in.
I caged Audrey as quietly as I could then went to my cot to lay down to think.
Chapter 5 – Francine Brighton
I must have been exhausted because the next thing I realized was waking up on my bed to the tantalizing smell of coffee and eggs. I drooled a little. I had forgot that a complimentary continental breakfast was included with my daily fee.
I stretched and worked out the kinks. I cracked my knuckles and flexed
I nodded my thanks and headed that way. I saw the blonde had joined the other two women again. They were slowly moving toward the hall. I grinned at myself as I approached, my eyes on the rich woman. I could use a little extra scratch.
I accidentally bumped into her and yelled over the music as I laid a hand on her arm, “Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I'm so clumsy.” She shook her head with a smile. I could almost make out her face. I turned and bumped into Scratch, this time really on accident. I diverted my eyes and hustled down the hall and turned into the women's bathroom as the three walked past, listening to the blonde chirping about something amusing that had them laughing.
I closed the door behind me and reached into my bag. Then I started to panic, where was the woman's wallet? It was an easy matter to liberate it from her. Then I paled. Scratch!
I opened the door and looked at the end of the hall where Steven was letting the women out. Scratch looked back and I could feel the smug grin even if I couldn't see it, as she held up her girl's wallet and some little blue booklet.
I paled and pawed through my bag, mumbling, “Oh dear lord, where is it?” My passport was gone! I ran to the door and Steven opened it for me. I looked out as I saw the three ladies driving past, Scratch lowered her hood and winked at me.
I was in deep shit. They had my passport. I had no doubt the authorities would be looking for me in no time. I wasn't too worried about them finding me, but without my passport I was stuck in England. I could hit the Consulate up for a new one, but I'm sure there would be a warrant out for me and they'd just hand me over to the local cops.
I felt sick to my stomach. Step one, I had to get out of there. I headed back in and found Ronnie and thanked him. He helped me get Audrey outside without her getting crushed by the crowd.
I thanked him again outside, “I really appreciated you giving me some heat in there. That was hands down the most kick ass rave I've ever been to. It was supermurgitroid.”
He beamed at the praise and gave me a little hug.
I held my arm out and Steven got the hint and gave me a hug as well. I told him, “Take care of Ronnie.”
He nodded with a cheesy grin on his face. Then I turned and slung my bass over my shoulder and started heading back out along the back road toward a bus stop. Cussing at every fourth or fifth pace. “Damn. Damn. Damn.”
But then I straightened a bit. How hard could it be to find someone like Scratch, or that well to do woman? Maybe I could plead my case with them and they wouldn't turn me in. Scratch seemed to be one who dabbled on both sides of the line, judging by the ease she reverse pickpocketed me.
That was it, my plan. I glanced at the schedule then the time, just after midnight. This day was getting worse, the buses stopped running at midnight. The closest Tube station was five blocks away. I started hoofing it. I thought about my predicament all the way to the hostel.
The doors were locked, oh yeah, midnight curfew. I blinked, how had such an awesome day turned to such crap? Oh yeah, I got greedy. I broke my own cardinal rule of only taking what I needed. I hadn't needed the cash yet, that woman was just such a juicy target. I deserved the karma. I was about to call Gina when a man stumbled out the door, obviously well pickled. I grabbed the door before it closed and slipped in.
I caged Audrey as quietly as I could then went to my cot to lay down to think.
Chapter 5 – Francine Brighton
I must have been exhausted because the next thing I realized was waking up on my bed to the tantalizing smell of coffee and eggs. I drooled a little. I had forgot that a complimentary continental breakfast was included with my daily fee.
I stretched and worked out the kinks. I cracked my knuckles and flexed
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