Two Thieves in a Bunker – Part Twelve

Manny stared sadly at the mirror. He was chained to the table, funny but interrogation rooms were the same everywhere it seemed, it was like coming home. He wondered if anyone would offer him a drink at some point. The police had left him here hours ago. He looked down and picked at his nails. Truly, it was like torture to him, stuck in a small room with no one to talk to, any minute now he would start talking to himself.

The tall cop had only asked him one question, and then told him it didn’t really matter what his answer was, they’d found the stolen goods on him. His finger prints had been found on the safe. It was an open and shut case. The little cop had just stared at him, it had been a little creepy actually, but it was something he had grown used to. People were just inherently creepy sometimes.

He started to tap his fingers against the table top. He wondered what had happened to Chuck. Had the other man been caught too? He hoped he’d got away. Chuck seemed to be pretty organised when it came to thievery. Manny shook his head, Nah, Chuck would have got away. Unless… unless something got to him down in the tunnels. At first, Manny had figured the other man had just left him behind when he’d been climbing out, it seemed like the sort of thing the other man would do. Chuck didn’t seem like the type of guy who stuck around to say goodbye. But now that Manny had time to think about it, maybe something had been in the tunnels with them and maybe it had grabbed Chuck when Manny had his back turned. Maybe by exiting the tunnel Manny had left Chuck behind – to die. Oh god. Manny started to breath hard, oh god, Chuck was dead and it was all Manny’s fault. His breath got caught in his throat. Oh poor Chuck.

The door to the room opened with a crash. Chuck stood in the doorway. Manny started at the dead man in shock, wait, Chuck wasn’t dead. He was wearing a nice grey suit. It fit him really well. Manny wondered where Chuck had got it from and… “Hey, you’re okay,” he couldn’t help the words escaping.

Chuck glared at him, “Be quiet. I’m your lawyer, got that? Anyone asks, you got to a phone earlier. If no one asks, don’t volunteer it. It’ll sound suspicious.”

Manny grinned up at the other man, “Lawyer sure.” He looked at Chuck carefully, he actually did look like a lawyer in that suit. “Are you a lawyer? I mean really?”

Chuck hissed at him. Manny shut his mouth but still grinned happily. Chuck had come to help him. Chuck did like him, he knew it all along.

“Have you said anything?”

Manny shook his head. “Nah, they did all the talking.” He confirmed.

“Right,” Chuck sat down at the table. He reached out and touched Manny’s cuffs. “Can you get out of these?”

Manny chuckled, “yeah of course, but where was I gonna go? there’s cops all around.”

“Great,” Chuck grinned then. It looked kinda evil. “When you hear a lot of noise. Slip the cuffs and walk on out. I’ll meet you out front – white car, got it? white car.

Manny nodded. “Got it.”

Chuck stood up and checked his reflection in the mirror. He straightened his tie and checked his teeth. Happy, he nodded to himself and walked out of the door.

Manny started to play with the cuffs around his wrists, determined to be ready when Chuck gave the signal.

 

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