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Just then, three uniformed policemen and a man in a cheap suit burst into the room.
“Okay Bo, it’s time to go home,” the suited man directed towards Robinson.
With a look of deflated surprise, Robinson said, “But I ain’t even got a donut yet.”
“We’ll get you one on the way out.” The three Uniforms escorted Robinson out of the room while the Suit sat at the table.
“What’s this all about?” Claudia asked.
“Well, Bo is a resident at Spring Days Mental Health Center. He is a delusional psychotic who believes he is the greatest gumshoe alive. That coupled with a flair for the confidence scam allows him to pick up citizens on convoluted charges, after his frequent escapes. He’s then, somehow, able to bring them in and interrogate them, right under our noses.”
“I thought there was something strange about his procedures.” Claudia paused and then asked, “By the way, who are you?”
Getting his badge out, “Detective Marty Samuels. I hope there was no harm brought to you, and this was just a minor inconvenience.”
Claudia’s pencil thin moustache spread wide across her narrow face, “No detective. No harm.”
“Are you planning litigation against the department?”
A slight chuckle as Claudia relaxed in her seat, “Oh no. It was all quite fun.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind signing a waiver?”
“Show me the dotted line.”
“I’ll be right back. I have to get the form. May I get you a coffee or something?”
“Not unless you have latte.” She laughed.
“Outta luck there.” Samuels left the room.
While the Suit was gone, Claudia had a change of heart about the confession. She had come clean to a mad man and was given a chance to walk away from the mess, at least temporarily.
Samuels returned and set the form and a pen on the table. He pointed to the dotted line and Claudia signed it.
Claudia offered her hand and Samuels shook it saying, “I’m so glad you’re being such a good sport about all this.”
“Oh, this has been such a delight. It will make for many a retell.” With that Claudia left.
As Samuels was filing the form, he noticed the signature. “Rich Little,” he mumbled loudly.
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You know, there are some people one just doesn’t want to meet. I’ll have to add Claudia to the list. This reminds me, somewhat, in both style and content of a Lawrence Sanders I am in the middle of.
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Rich Little??!! Muahahaha… very clever Mr. Crabtree!
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