I straighten my suit on the way back up from the holding cells. The wacko magician person grabbed at me so much that he left wrinkles all over my sleeves. I hope I don't have to dry clean it again; I just had it washed last week.
The elevator dings open and I stride over to the waiting area where Brain Papadopoulos is waiting patiently. He looks as cool as a clam, despite almost getting throttled by a mad-man. A skinny-legged kid is curled up next to him on an equally uncomfortable chair. His sister, if I had to guess.
Brian stands up when he sees me approaching.
"Thank you for your help, Detective." His voice squeaks and he clears his throat. "Sorry. I'm sure you understand why I was a little nervous."
"Entirely. Have a nice day, young man. Take your sister out for ice cream or something."
Brian grins. "Sure thing, sir. Comon Anna, let's go."
The little girl unfolds herself from the chair and follows her brother out. They head to the elevator and I head to my desk.
Just before the elevator doors close, the little girl takes her brother's hand. If I wasn't sure that it was a trick of the light, I could have sworn that they disappeared into thin air.
But that's crazy; Marvin the Magnificent couldn't be right. Or could he?
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A Small Show of Magic
HumorI will admit, I'm not the best person to pick as a volunteer for a magician show: watching the fakers pull rabbits out of the hat and "disappear" inside a cloud of acrid smoke just raises my blood pressure. As someone who has first hand experience w...
