Chapter 6
Bail Bonds and Big Laughs
The bounty is 'caught' in the most unconventional way possible, leaving the actual target bewildered and Rene and Deon celebrating their 'success' with a shared, paranoid laughter.
The dusty, stained armchair in the corner of the cramped apartment groaned under Rene’s weight as she bounced her knee at warp speed. “He’s in the washing machine, Deon. I’m telling you, the vibrations are suppressing the tracking microchip they put in his left molar.”
Deon, draped precariously over the back of the couch like a limp, oversized scarf, adjusted the tinfoil-lined trilby hat that was clearly doing nothing to block the government's mind-scramble rays. “The washing machine, Rene? That’s bold. Almost too bold. He’s trying to camouflage the frequency signature of his guilt inside the spin cycle.”
Outside, the muffled sound of a police siren sliced through the stale afternoon air. Rene shot upright, knocking over a tower of empty energy drink cans. “Sirens! They know! They know we trapped Bartholomew ‘Barty the Batterer’ Higgins in the Kenmore Elite!”
Keep reading "Bail Bonds and Big Laughs"
Open the same story in AIBookCraft. Later chapters may require an active subscription.
Free on iOS & Android · No signup to read