The keys of the guards clicked the tune of the morning and I was brought back to the interview room. The first thing they asked was if I didn't want to call my lawyer.
'I don't have a lawyer, I've got no one to call.'
'Suit yourself,' the detective said and then asked what I was doing in that cupboard anyway, up in room 1107.
'Lily and I like to play hide and seek,' I replied cool headed with a tiny smile that, I believe, the detective interpreted as sarcastic.
'That's not good enough,' he growled. His old eyes deepened in his head, his bald head shining like the moon above and drumming with his fingers a dark tune on the table top. I felt I got repaid with scorn and I started to sweat. Although he hadn't hit me yet, it sure looked like he could swing at me with all his might.
'This is not a game of hide and seek, mister. This is a murder investigation.' The detective banged his fist on the table. 'We found a dead person in that room.'
'I don't know him,' I cried immediately, throwing up my arms dramatically.
'Hmm... how do you know it's a 'him and not a 'her? I mentioned a person.'
'I hesitated as my head was spinning. Trapped. But I mustn't reveal the names of my co-conspirators. I looked into his eyes 'till one of us would break.
'Would you like to make that phone call now?, the detective then asked me with a smile.
So, wisely, I called my silly aunt Sally who happened to be in the country, and spends her life with a formidable woman called Mary Jane who owns a house in Baltimore. Sal, the filthy rich third sister of my first father immediately dispatched a team of top notch lawyers and, believe it or not, in a matter of minutes I was out on bail walking.