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Psyhrillcho Bait Pt2 -Serial Thriller
After a short walk from room 22 to the designated motel bar, I make my way to an open bar stool, immediately catching the eye of the gentleman beside me.
“Hullo there.” He has a kind voice and a rough face. “You aren’t from around here, are ya?”
“No sir”, I respond with a smile. He smells of spray starch and lavender dryer sheets.
“Ouch, you didn’t have to call me sir. Makin me feel old, my name is Brian Bachman.” He is wearing a woven patterned gold wedding band. Not my type.
“I’m Kay Kincaide” I reply, already looking around for someone with more flavor.
“What brings you into town Kay?”
“I’m a traveling saleswoman, what brings you here?”
“Oh, I live here, right at this bar, just joking. I live in the next town. My brother in law is on the police force here. We get together like this when there is a good game on”.
I use the pause in conversation to take a good look around. There is one man in particular taking his wedding ring off and sliding it into his pocket. He isn’t much, but given an opportunity, he will bite.
The bartender leans in asking for drink order. “I’ll have what Mr. Bachman here is having.” I lay a $50 on the bar. It is impossible for me to determine how much bar drinks cost, the price varies so much from place to place.
“There you go with the Mr. again.” We have a giggle at his expense. I am enjoying this moment with him, but I shouldn’t be. My duty is to the mistress. I look around some more as a younger looking man in uniform walks up to the bar.
“You will make me feel as old as this guy” says Brian welcoming the newcomer.
“Hello Bri, who is your new friend?” asks the younger looking man.
“Kay Kincaide meet Officer John Stanley.”
“What are you doing in a town like ours?” asks Officer John Stanley.
“Selling things, meeting a client” I respond. Officer John Stanley smells like nothing at all, absolutely nothing at all.
“That’s odd. We hardly ever get business travelers.” Officer John Stanley asks too many questions.
“My boss sends me all over to drum up new business” I answer casually.
“Who do you work for?” he asks. Officer John Stanley can tell I am lying. Time to move on from here. I make my phone ring.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I need to get this call.” While I am walking away, Mr. Red shirt is watching. He seems relieved I am no longer talking to Brian and the officer. As I pass, he bumps into me. I drop my key at his feet. He picks it up, getting a close look at the room number before handing back. He looks at me with a smile that says I dropped the key on purpose. I smile back daring him to find out if it is true. He is my best bet for tonight and I have set the trap, so I leave the bar.
I close the door to room 22 behind me but do not lock it. “There was not much tonight Miss, but your dinner should be here soon. I am sorry if it is not very flavorful.”
I hear someone outside the door and quickly make my way to the shower to get undone. I turn on all the faucets; I do not like to hear when it happens. I do not like the slurping and chewing noises. I rest for a while in the bathroom, staying until it is quiet in the room outside. Then I hear Mistress gag.
“I almost choked on his ring. Get rid of it.” She hurls at me a band of woven patterned gold. I recognize it right away as Brian Bachman’s.
“Mistress, there has been a mistake. We will need to leave right away.” I look frantically around the room tossing things into bags.
“I am not ready to go now” Mistress replies, “I have just eaten and I will not be bound up.”
There is a hard sharp knock on the door.
“Miss Kincaide” calls Officer John Stanley.
“Just a moment” I call out, trying to fix my appearance. I open the door a little.
“Brian was on his way here about half an hour ago. You left a lot of money on the bar; he figured you forgot it when you left so abruptly.” I give him my best puzzled look.
“I’ve been in the shower. I must not have heard him come by. That was awfully nice, please thank him for me.”
“Sure, I’ll do that.” Officer John Stanley is suspicious, but he excuses himself. I quickly gather all our things, bind Miss in her carrier and as soon as the officer is out of sight, get into our car to leave town.
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