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| Okay, lockup really wasn't this terrifying. |
I've been in lockup since Saturday evening. I snuck into the security room late that night to check the footage of that night. I still can't believe what I found. There was my Aunt Abby, still lucid and full of life, having a wonderful time chatting to an empty chair. I let out a startled profanity in spite of myself, and this brought the staff into the room. Busted! If only the Cafe Brazil wasn't a frequent stop for off-duty policeman, I may have been able to slip away, but as it was, I was handcuffed and taken into custody. As I was being escorted out, I must have forgotten to stop the tape, because I swear I saw the missing busboy address the empty chair that Aunt Abby was chatting at. I yelled out for them to look at the video, but they didn't listen.
And so, I spent the rest of the weekend behind bars. Ricky had apparently left town and he was my phone call. I had to wait for my court assigned attorney to show before I could have some money wired to bail myself out. Why would Ricky choose now to go on vacation? Is he a part of this too? And where is that busboy? I believe it's time to check Aunt Abby's condo. I don't have the key, but I'll find a way in.
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