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The detective couldn't wait for Dr. Huang as he circled his perp he liked . Not like-liked, but actually didn't like. Brawned up to intimidate and angry as a rabid badger,the catholic in Elliot cursed latin at the masked man in black sitting at the metal table as if waiting patiently for tea and scones. There was something wrong with a guy that wore a Halloween mask when it wasn't Halloween. Elliot's muscles bulged through his shirt that was about to pop the top button or two as he gritted his teeth against what would be yet another proclamation of innocence.
A crisp english accent, well spoken, words a veritable treasure trove of articulation, this guy could be another jack the ripper, of which so many waiting for their zombie apocalypse seem astonishingly fond of.
"I say, I tell you honestly, I truly am the witness, here. There was a white van parked in the alley behind the department store. A tall man with chin length blonde hair was holding an unclothed manican with the arm that had a cast on it, bent at the elbow and attatched to his side. He seemed to be having a hard time trying to load the plastic person into his van as another man in a black fur trench coat and bright red furry derby hat approached him, offering the procurement of living flesh over plastic as that would serve him much better-"
"ENOUGH!" Elliot slammed his hand on the desk. "We know you did it! I don't want to hear another word out of you unless it's that confession!" Elliot slid a pen and paper forward.
The masked man's smiling mask could not hide/mask his own inner mirth the mask revealed in it's smiling countenance at the thought of writing an I.O.U. The debt to find the real killer, then the name he went by, Guy Fawkes.
Of course, there were similarities between the United Kingdom and the.United States that were at total odd opposites. So that would not be humorous, as misunderstandings go..
The time was almost up for how long they could hold this guy.. As Olivia watched through the two way mirror, she wondered what this guy looked like and why they hadn't confiscated the mask. Most suspects would've been stuttering their american slang of denials. The"duh," at first, even when caught red handed. But they always confessed within half their alotted time.
This Guy was sticking to his story.
Elliot inhaled deeply, preparing to unleash his irrepressible catholic rage that seems to alw come from out of the blue. "Alright, take me through this again . Your name..."
"Guy Fawkes."
"Where'd you get the books?"
"From a 99 cent store."
"All of them? You took them all?" Elliot sounded disbelieving, still.
"Yes, all 3 books were being thrown away. I had to rescue them or not only would their feelings be hurt but their lives would be lost."
Elliot gave the mask wearer a disbelieving glance before looking to the mirror. "I see."
The crisp english accent countered, "I think not." Then he abruptly stood, turned towards the window that was only lollipop glass with no bars. Then this Guy Fawkes acrobatically leapt through that lollipop window to his artful and sticky escape, leaving both Olivia and Elliot gaping. (to be continued...)
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