It’s a fancy hotel, downtown, room service 24/7. You don’t want to know what they charge for the suite. We slip the house detective a hundred bucks to leave us alone. It won’t be enough this time.
We write off the security deposit as a matter of course. Cigarette butts and ash on the carpet, mixed with champagne and urine. T.V. busted out, bed broken. All of that we can just walk away from, but a body? And not somebody who O.D.’ed either, it’s obvious what we did to him.
Maybe we can pin it on a disgruntled roadie.
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Title by: Mrs. Ed
Story by: David
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