The Yellow Hat

It's 11:00 AM, and she realizes her partner-in-crime isn't coming back to the hotel room with a change of clothes. He took the blood-stained dress she wore during the robbery in order to get rid of it, and now she has discovered the money they stole is gone, too. "Bastard." She mutters to herself. "At least he left me with a gun. " She goes to the bed and takes a blanket from it and wraps it around herself. She picks up the gun and checks to see that it's loaded, then opens the door, steps into the hallway, walks to the door across from hers, and knocks.

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 The young couple in the

 The young couple in the hotel room across from hers were very frightened when she showed them the gun, but they calmed a bit when she told them she just needed some clothes. They were naked in bed when they heard her knock on the door. The man answered the door wearing a robe, but the young lady stayed in the bed with sheet and blankets pulled up to her nose. Her clothes were draped over a chair. Lynn dropped the blanket she had wrapped around her to the floor, to the surprise of the young couple, then proceeded to put the young lady's clothes on. Even though Lynn was having a bad morning, she still had a sense of humor, so she took the hat, too.


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After Jack took all the pawn

After Jack took all the pawn store robbery money, he left Lynn in Chicago, and headed for San Francisco where he re-united with an old flame of his. He used the money to rent a small office and become a private investigator. His woman was his secretary, of sorts. She handled things like placing ads in papers, answering the phone, and doing any typing that might need to be done, even though she had to use the "hunt & peck" method of typing just as he would have to do. He felt fairly secure, even though he didn't know if the pawnbroker died from the gunshot wound or not, and if the cops were looking for a murderer or attempted murderer. He left the crime weapon with Lynn, and thought maybe if she got caught with it she would be tagged with the wrap. If the pawnbroker died there would be no witness to tell the cops a man shot him.


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"Now, off to California to

"Now, off to California to find the little worm who left me stranded naked and broke in a cheap hotel room." 




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It's a little after 3 AM, and

It's a little after 3 AM, and Lynn is on the prowl. She thinks she has found out where Jack spends his late night hours away from his private investigator office, which is also where he lives instead of paying rent for an apartment. He doesn't stay with his new girlfriend because she lives with her mother in a small studio. As she turns a corner she sees the all night diner she is looking for, and spots Jack through the large window. "It looks like this early bird has found her worm, and with his back to her. Nice." She takes the gun from her purse, pulls a scarf up over her mouth, and approaches Jack: "Take this, Worm," she says, and fires five rounds into his back. The sixth round she saves, just in case. She will never go back to prison. 
~End~



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