Scribbles and Drabbles

Notebook Drabble 63 - Islanders 2

"Will," Glenn, the hotel's concierge, greeted him at the room door. "Where's Mr Kelk?"

"Sleeping something off in my room safe," Will slapped Glenn's back, the man hooking their arms close in an embrace. They were contemporaries. Glenn was island-born and got things that normal people didn't. It served him well while working for the sister hotel.

Glenn scowled. "Dream is a prick. Tom is nice, but his partner is dodgy with a capital D. The problem is that his family name is too strong to do much about." Island rule was one thing, but they couldn't haze everything on the mainland. Glenn's job was far more challenging than if he'd served on the island. People worked hard to get invited to the island; most wouldn't risk being rude to the island staff or inhabitants. 

"You never reported it on Thomas's packet?"

"What was there to report? Dream's never made any requests to get an invite. Tom's behaviour is always wonderful. It seemed a shame to stop his escape because Dream won't leave him alone," Glenn said, letting them into the room. 

The smell was sour from sex and sweat. The lights flickered on to reveal a mess of unwashed clothes, empty booze bottles and some questionable substances. Mindy consistently reported Thomas as a tidy tenant who was conscious of his space. He wasn't a drinker. There were chains on the headboard with some other questionable sex toys lingering in the room. The air felt sticky and Will missed his gloves. 

"Thomas isn't known as a drinker," Will started with, picking up a clean tissue to move some of the sticky bottles out of his way. 

"I'm more concerned about the BDSM toys. I'll get house cleaning to clear this before morning. Tom is paid up into the end of the week, but this is an unacceptable state to leave the room."

Will grunted, not trusting his words. The chains explained some of the bruises.  He opened the closet and found Thomas's island bag and camera equipment. The objects were untouched. He grabbed both, checking the weight of the suitcase. A glance inside confirmed that Thomas hadn't unpacked before Dream descended on him. That was useful. It was far harder to find Thomas's personal things. 

Someone had cut Thomas's debit card into pieces and scattered it across the floor. His ID car was also sliced up, but someone had taped it back together. His passport had evidence of damage, too. Thomas's phone was in no better state. Will pocketed the SIM card and memory card. 

"There is no point reporting this. Dream's family will wave it away," Glenn's upper lip curled. 

"Take the pictures. I'll use them to get him sanctuary on the island," Will decided, his plan growing. He'd have to skip a step or two, but with the evidence, they'd understand. What was a bit of friendly kidnapping when someone's partner had kept them tied to the bed? "I'll take him back on tomorrow's ferry before Dream notices."

"You can do that?"

"No, but Connie's not going to say no. The council will be miffed, but," Will shrugged, gesturing to the room. "I can't leave him here."

Glenn nodded. "I would agree. Ok. Your plan is to take Tom back to the island, and I'll close his count to stop Dream from taking any more advantage."

"Can you phone his bank and report his card as stolen? I wouldn't put it past someone like Dream to steal his card and drain his account," Will forced himself not to start cleaning. They needed photos as evidence. They'd found one card shattered, but who had only one card? Someone paid for the clothes and booze littering the room. The clothes had expensive tags on too. 

"Of course."

They left the room quietly, Glenn locking the room with an extra key to stop Dream from trying to wheedle his way back in a different way. People from money rarely took 'no' well, and Dream had likely charmed some of the housekeeping staff to leave the room alone. Otherwise, Glenn would have heard about this earlier, if nothing else, from gossip about the BDSM toys.