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For today’s prompt, write something based on the dialog “Where does this lead?” “There is no good place.”
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Here is my attempt at writing based on an excerpt from the dialogue:
place your bet
As the bookcase swung forward to reveal a hidden entrance, rudely carved out of the drywall by an inexperienced hand, Detective Doyle’s smile was a little disoriented.
“where this is Driving?” he shouted.
“There is no good place,” said Detective Cavaro. Her eyebrows signaled to Doyle that she was unaffected by his behavior. She carried him out of the way and clicked on her lamp, revealing a set of rickety wooden stairs covered in cobwebs.
Doyle clapped his hands and rolled to address the room. “Okay, folks! We have Mr. Aden Hawkins, 34, who has been arrested for trying to rob a bank. This here is a badly disguised hole and a bit horrifying. What are we going to find at the bottom? Place your bets now!”
Ever a professional, Doyle, Cavaro said in an angry voice. “It doesn’t look like a light switch anywhere.”
“I’d say that’s where he made his plans,” CSI Tapia said.
“You know you can’t discourage them,” Eshel, the crime scene commander, told Cavaro. I approached the investigator and tried to peek over her shoulder in the dark.
“Nah, it’s probably full of, like, the mausoleum of a spooky stalker,” Bateman said. “Watch, he kind of has an obsession with the woman he saw in the grocery store or something. These kinds of eccentrics always have some kind of fetish.”
Cavaro sighed. Loudly.
“You are both wrong!” Doyle arrogantly straightens his tie and knocks the heels of his high peaks together. “This is where we will find all his props and disguises. He lives in this is Place? in this economy? By no means was this his first heist. I bet he was getting away with lower level stuff.”
Cavaro took off her weapon and pushed the safety with her thumb. “I’m going down.”
“You didn’t place a bet!” Doyle said.
“Because it hopefully isn’t anything interesting.” Cavaro took the first step and went down, her lamp beam cutting through the darkness in front of her.
Doyle took off his gun, clicked his flashlight, and followed him. CSI was hovering at the entrance to the stairwell, more concerned about the bet than the investigators.
Wooden stairs give way to a hard dirt floor. Cavaro shone her light around the room and saw a strobe and a string.
“It seems obvious,” she said.
“I’ve got you covered.” Doyle stayed on the last step and scanned the room with his light while Cavaro stepped up and pulled the string.
They blinked in the sudden glare. A moment later, Doyle fell onto the railing and groaned.
“nothing!” He said. Dude he has a scary basement hole in his living roomAnd he doesn’t keep a single thing in it. What waste. “
CSI made disappointing noises from the top of the stairs. Cavaro ignored them and scanned the empty room. Her eyes were fixed on a crumpled piece of paper under the stairs. She picked up her weapon, pulled out a pair of gloves, and sat down next to him.
“I got something,” she said.
Doyle appeared over her shoulder. “Oh?”
“It looks like a McDonald’s receipt.” I turned him. “With the bank’s address written on the back.”
“Bingo!” Doyle launched himself on the ladder. “Tapia, I think you won the bet! We got the title of the attempted burglary over there!”
Eshel met Cafaro up the stairs with an open bag of evidence and a small smile. “Well done, detective.”
“thanks my love.”
“What is whispering to them?” Doyle called. “I want to head to the station and interrogate this guy!”
“See you at home,” Eshel whispered with a wink.
“pray for me.”
“Cavaro, let’s go!”
Cavaro sighed. Loudly.