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Central International Airport This choice: Justin waits for the police to arrive. • Go Back...Chapter #8Marx' Man, Marksman, Marked Man? by: Unknown "Excuse me, bro..." Justin faltered, setting the Coors bottle on the bedside table before stumbling back to a seated position on the edge of the bed. "I... I gotta..." he was exhausted, mind was racing, but running on empty, spinning his wheels leaving the man gasping to catch his breath. Seeing the dead man's body next to him on the bed reminded him anew of the events that enveloped him, and Justin gagged, lurching from the bed in mid-heave. Thad side-stepped his haggard brother as Justin teetered into the adjoining bathrom, collapsing over the commode and retching his guts out. Fatigue and shock finally took its toll on the younger Avery brother, and Justin keeled over sideways from the toilet, and sprawled across the bathroom tiles....
He was awakened some time later, by the gentle nudge of a hard-soled shoe against his ribs. "Mister... Avery?" the crooked-nosed, plain-clothed cop snarled down at him. "I'm Detective Daniels, Hawaii Homicide. This is your wake up call..."
"Ohh yes." Justin smiled weakly as he righted himself. "Am I glad to see you guys!"
"Yeah? I'll bet..." Detective Daniels' monotone baritone cracked. "Justin Avery, you are under arrest for the murder of Calvin Dressler..." "What? Murder? I killed someone?" It all came crashing back inside Justin's muddled mind; the flight, Taffita Marx, the body in the bedroom... "Wait a minute! Thad? Where's my brother?" Detective Daniels stopped Justin from leaving the bathroom with a forceful shove backwards. Two uniformed officers converged on Justin, quickly spinning the confused scientist against the sink.
"You'll have time to contact your loved ones and a laywe once we get you booked and processed..." Daniels promised. "Right now, you're not going anywhere but out of here, while we secure the crime-scene, sonny..."
"But... but I..." Justin stammered as he was escorted from the bathroom under duress. "How could I have killed him? I don't..."
"Gun!" one of the investigators alerted from the bedroom, "Lieutenant we've got a gun..." Daniels made his way from the bathroom into the bedroom as Justin was ushered out of the room and out of the hotel under guard. On the way out of the hotel lobby, Justin and his escorts were met by a 14-foot golden limousine which pulled up outside. As the chauffer exited, Justin was being funnelled into the back-seat of a waiting police cruiser. As the chauffer and hotel door man opened the rear passenger door of the limo, Justin's heart raced when he noticed Taffina Marx shapely form slide out of the gold car.
"Hmmm.. Some sort of excitement around here..." Taff shrugged, turning up her nose at the working-class patrol cops and the common criminal element they were man-handling... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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