AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 5: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24th

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     Or maybe, I really wasn’t going   
crazy or hallucinating after all.      
     Regardless, one thing was certain.
My credit score was not absolute proof,
just merely a partial proof, and I     
still had to check that out on my next 
break.                                 
     Absolute proof would only come    
when someone else also saw this Cat    
talk, and not on a video either.       
     That’s when the Cat played right  
into my hands and started talking about
needing my help to escape from here. I 
quickly agreed.                        
     “Halloween night,” I told the Cat 
and then wondered, “I know this may    
sound like a stupid question, but do   
you have a name?”                      
     “My name’s AmyStrange, all one    
word, with a capital ‘A’ and ‘S’, but  
you can call me just Amy if you want,” 
She said and then asked, “Halloween    
night? That’s three weeks from now. Why
such a long time? Why can’t you do it  
tonight?”                              
     “Why don’t you just walk out of   
here or ask one of those people to just
let you go,” I asked while pointing to 
the pictures on the door.              
     “Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen.   
I’d be dead before the day was done.”  
     “What? I don’t believe it.”       
     “Why do you think that bag yester-
day was so bloody? Why do you think I  
call the day-people Frankenstein and   
his two evil assistants? Why do you    
think I’m willing to pay you one hun-  
dred thousand dollars to get me out of 
here before the end of next week, and  
also hide me out?                      
     “Think about that tonight, and    
we’ll talk more about it tomorrow,” she
said and jumped off the desk, and then 
went through the open door. I then     
heard a soft hum as the door closed.   
     That’s when I realized, “Tomor-   
row’s Saturday. I won’t be here,” and  
then remembered the second thing, “One 
hundred thousand dollars!” I screamed  
in the general direction of the vent.  
     Except for the sound of metal     
grating against metal, all I heard back
was, “Just think about it. I’ll talk   
with you again on Monday, instead of   
tomorrow.”                             
     I looked at the clock on the wall.
My time to clean the room was almost   
up. I immediately left and walked      
quickly over to my second room.        



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