AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 8: MONDAY, OCTOBER 27th

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     “First you have to tell me, why   
Halloween, and why not sooner? For     
three hundred thousand dollars, I think
I deserve to know at least that much,  
if not a lot more.”                    
     So, I told her all about how Fri- 
day would give us the weekend before   
anyone found out, and also about how   
the week before Halloween was probably 
one of the most dangerous times for    
animals, “Especially for black cats    
like yourself.                         
     “Beth and I drive a patrol on     
those nights. We've already been on    
three patrols already, and you might   
think that’d be a waste of time, but   
there were a couple...”                
     The Cat interrupted, finishing for
me, “One time, you and Beth saved a    
kitten from being torched by two shit- 
heads. I know all about it, and also   
that’s when you met Beth.”             
     “You do? How?” I began.           
     “Not important, but money is. Out 
of all the questions you probably have,
what you really want to know about is  
the money.                             
     “You answered my question, so I'll
answer that one first,” she said, and  
then pulled out a plastic card and     
handed it to me.                       
     “On that card is ten thousand     
dollars.”                              
     Where in the hell did she get that
from, I thought, and took the card from
her. It was a debit card from a local  
bank, that already had my real name on 
it, and a sticky-note with a user ID   
and four-digit number printed on it.   
The year I was born, backwards.        
     “That's your pin-number.”         
     That brought up so many more      
questions, I didn’t even know where to 
begin.                                 
     “Let's start with yes, it's real,”
like the Cat could read my mind, “and  
if you don't believe me, come check it 
out,” and with that, jumped off the    
desk and went into the Secret Room.    
     The Secret Room, I thought. I was 
going into the Secret Room. I peeked   
around the corner first, like I was    
still a little kid sneaking into my    
parent’s bedroom, and then walked in.  
It wasn’t small like an elevator, but  
about half the size of the Dirty-Side. 
     What really caught my attention   
was the cage in the corner, that was   
surrounded by more than a dozen cameras
on tripods and twice as many micro-    
phones and lights hanging from the     
ceiling.                               
     The lights were so bright that it 
almost made the cage look too real.    



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