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You drop your pants and sprawl yourself across Quade’s dead body just as two police officers walk into the room.
“Oh god,” one of the cops gasps as he aims his gun at you. “Put your hands where I can see them, motherfucker!”
“Calm down, Kevin. There’s no need for that,” says the other cop. “What’s going on here?” he asks you.
“Oh, nothing, officer. Just…you know…having a little fun,” you say uneasily.
“See, Kevin? These two are just having a little fun. No crime there. Sure, it’s a little weird, but to each his own.” He turns back toward you. “The neighbors reported a break-in, but we’ve had a good look around and it appears everything’s in order. Let’s go, Kevin.”
Kevin hands you a business card on his way out.
“Sorry if we interrupted the moment. Call us if you have any more trouble.”
After they leave, you take a look at the card:
Kevin Rooney and Adam Casper
Professional Burglars Disguised as Cops
Serving the tri-county area since 2004
932 231 9432
Damn, they were good. You wonder what they stole, and if there was even anything worth stealing in this house to begin with. You rummage around for about half an hour and find some Spiderman comics, sports-related bobblehead dolls and as-seen-on-TV kitchen appliances that you don’t necessarily want, but would rather have than not have.
You make your way out of Quade’s house when it hits you that you never bothered to put your pants back on. Now you can’t find them. No big deal, you think to yourself. Maybe your memory is playing tricks on you and you were never wearing pants originally. You head to Quade’s bedroom to take a pair of his; after all, you two were about the same waist size and he won’t be needing them any more.
You find that, unfortunately, there are no pants to be found in his closet. Rather, it is filled from floor to ceiling with hundred dollar bills…
To take the money, turn to page 17.
To keep looking for a pair of pants, turn to page 18.
2 years ago • Notes