Writers’ Journal #220 – Fried Potato – 103

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“Lets go” said George as he got up from the chair and led the commissioner to out of the door. Mary followed them closely and they could hear the car leaving the garage soon after. Malee sighed and so did Michael. They looked at one another and laughed at the silliness of the situation. Inside, both of them were relieved that it all turned out fine at the end. Malee packed the plates into the bag for them to take back to the house.

“Throw them here. Otherwise , it would look suspicious.” said Michael. Malee hadn’t thought of it but nodded quickly. All traces were to be cleaned, even from this safe house. She would have to throw them on the way to the house. Just as they had finished cleaning and packing the remaining items, there was a knock on the door with a familiar head popped in. It was the plain clothed policeman that helped Malee and George earlier.

“I am told to bring you to the bus stop near the shopping mall.” said the man softly. He must have been confused and mystified by the involvement of the highest officer in the police department on the seemingly simple rioting case. Malee nodded and took the bag and hurried out of the room followed by Michael. They did not speak a word during the ride and it wasn’t long before they reached their destination, a fairly crowded carpark in front of the shopping mall which was opened by then.

Malee and Michael said thank you to the policeman before jumping out of the car and disappearing into the crowd of shoppers coming out of the mall with bags.

 

 

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