Chapter 220: Take My Damn Money

Besides not having a good alibi, there wasn't anything linking him to the case, other than my suspicions. I guess we could just wait after we confirmed that they were in there still. We could give the key to the front desk and when the person came back we could get them then. 

We decided that getting back to the place was our first priority, but somehow we ended up making a round trip back to the hotel to grab changes of clothes. Grace said it was a just in case kind of thing, but I figured nothing was going to get between her and a hot tub. The whole trip meant we didn't get back to the Dry Cleaners until almost lunchtime, not that that was a problem.

No, the real issue would be if there were others in the hot tub area and they saw me pulling cheeseburgers from under my towel. We also stopped buying a gag store for Sandra and Aquina, they said that it would help out with catching the back guy. So while they looked for their supplies, the girls and I looked around quickly.

After trying on a couple wigs and a couple masks, the sisters found us with a bag of things and pushed us out the door. We went up a set of stairs on the side of the building with arrows and signs that were just pictures of hot tubs that ran along the side of the building. When we got to the tops and got inside there wasn't a lot of room and there was only a glass window with holes in it. There was also a metal tray that ran under the window, similar to a Chequestop or a Money Mart.

This place had a weird vibe, and this seems way too overkill to be just for hot tubs. 

"Excuse me, I am with the Shell Cops, and I would like to look at your records to see who rents a certain locker."

I flashed my badge and my winning smile to the old lady with glasses as thick as bottle caps, and I got glared at.

"Do you have a warrant?"

"No, I just want to get a person's name!"

"Then beat it!"

"Well, that went great, why don't you let me talk to her?"

"Don't bother, Titty Mcgee. If you want to use the hot tub, it's fifty gold per person, per hour!" The old lady barked through the window.

"Are you kidding me? Fifty gold, per person? Per hour? We paid 50 gold for hotel rooms for a night!"

"Then go sit in the bathtub!"

"What is your problem, old lady? Is this how you treat all your paying customers?"

"Yes! Except you haven't paid yet, so I don't have to smile yet. Now, in or out? Or I call the bouncers."

"What the hell? Why do you have….nevermind, fine take my damn money you old bat!" 

I poured seven hundred gold coins from my inventory and dropped them in the tray, then got seven keys all similar to the one I had in my pocket. At least I was on the right path, but this ankle-biter was getting on my nerves, but she might have bouncers and the glass was about four times thicker than her glass. Plus knowing the game, this would be the one indestructible place.

We all headed into the next room, and there were two doors, men and women, so I kissed my line of girls as they passed me to go get changed and then took a deep breath before going inside. There was going to be a locker full of some weird shit, and I had to hope it was still there. I also have the bag of stuff Sandra and Aquina got for me from the gag store.

Inside the bag of things that were supposed to help us catch the person, without having to stand guard. First, I would move everything to my locker and then tape two exploding poop and puke packs, and three fart bomb packs together. Then I would tape two clear lines to the rip spot on the bags and then tape the pack to the back of the locker. Finally threading the lines out of the locker door to tie around the vent, and then I would drop the keys on the floor.

Personally, I didn't think it would work that well, the most that should happen is we make a big mess of the lock and make the guy's bathroom sink. The sister's logic was that the packs would go off and the torrents of fake puke and shit would know him off his feet and then the intense smell would let us know while in the hot tub. The theory seemed good, but I didn't think that something like that would happen.

Still, I was happy to find two out of three dildos, but the one missing was Hop-Hop. This was obvious, because one was just a normal vibrator, while the other had clothespins on leather cords attached to it. Okay, maybe I was being presumptuous, but I would assume Hop-Hop would be the size of a full-grown eggplant after I had seen Grena using that Linebacker's forearms to impale herself.

The mental image made me give an involuntary shiver, as I transferred the items over to my locker and set the trap. After I was finished and I dropped the keys on the ground and then got changed. As I took my shirt off a man in glasses, a bucket hat, and a cheap-looking white suit entered.

I turned my back to the person and I changed into my swimwear and was about to close my locker when I heard the man speak, and froze. 

"Oh, thank goodness, my keys! I thought I had lost you, now I can get inside to see my treasures!"

Oh shit, I need to be somewhere else, NOW! But it was already too late.

*Click*