Contributor: Damian Wesley Du Charme - - Jack looked to his wife and then to the leather satchel now sitting on the hotel room table: clasp undone and zipper unzipped, revealing its contents. “Just call the concierge to come get it and let them call the police on whomever was previously in the room,” Sandy said. “You know we can’t afford to do that Sandy. The police will want to talk with us even if we handed it over during our check out. We’ve been here 3 days and discovered the bag last night. That would seem very suspicious to the police I’m sure.” Sitting back down, Jack and Sandy puzzled together. Then a rap whap tap sounded from their room door. “That’ll be lunch,” Sandy said, pointing to the door. He heard shuffling outside the door as he approached and peered through the peephole. A tall, lanky man with giant aviator sunglasses...

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Author: Damian Wesley Du Charme