Room 66
by DeCoMpOsInG SLowLY
After a few hours of searching his mind, trying to uncover facts hidden in his mind, Alex drove to a secluded area of the city. With a tip-off that an anonymous man had been terrifying people over the internet, he decided to take a wild swing and check him out.
"Mad E-Mailer...hmmph. Oh well, he's been responsible for cyanide in mail, why not the death of a princess?"
Alex pulled open a rusty hinged door with an audible grunt, and stepped inside.
The air was rancid, and hurt his lungs. His eyes watered and his nose stung as he walked along the dust caked floor. He leaned on the reception counter, or something resebling it and rang a bell. To his near surprise an attendant greeted him.
"Ahh, yes I am looking for a man with the initials either MEM or PKF?"
"Yes sir, there is one registered here as a Margery Elmirdrid Macree, and an unknown with those same initials."
"The unknown." said Alex leaning over to look in the reception book.
"Yes, the fifth floor, room 66. Would you like me to ring him?" the attendant asked picking up the phone reciever.
"No, no. Do you have an extra key? I want to...speak with him."
"Of course sir." Said the man putting down the phone. "Friend, family, relative?"
"Neither....ahh....reporter. For the local Journal."
"Hmm...alright. Here is the key; take those stairs all the way to the top and turn left." The attendant pointed beyond Alex's shoulder.
"Thank you."
Alex ascended the stairs with the key in his fist closed tight. He fought sneezes as he climbed, dust covering him from head to toe. Finally he reached the top floor. Alex walked to the door 66, and put the key into the deadbolt lock. His head jerked as a sound of scraping came from the inside of the door. He hurridly unlocked the door and slammed it open. A huge explosion from inside the room erupted as the trip wire MEM had set pulled free. Alex got one look at the man, before the entire building crumbled to the ground.
The attendant from behined the desk walked towards the rubble. A strange man stood beside him, hand on his chin looking thoughtfully at the wreck. The attendant looked towards the man and said, "He knew it was you who killed her. I saw it in his eyes. You're lucky that I set this decoy, Joey. I just hope the 'informers' weren't too loud with their information...."
The man called Joey nodded and walked away silently with the attendant at his side. "Should I buy you a beer, Joey?" asked the attendant. "Or should I say, Mad E-Mailer?"
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