The tubby kid demanded. “You could have gotten yourselves killed. More to the point, you could have gotten me killed.” “What were we doing?” I replied, incredulous. “What were you doing with a waitress in a cooler?” “That’s Alice.” The kid replied, matter-of-factly. “No shit.” I wanted to slap him. “You let her out.” The kid led us along a short corridor and into the hotel lobby. “Do you know how long it took me to get her in there?” “Why would you lock her in a cooler in the first place?” “What else was I going to do? She went crazy.” He flopped down on a sofa in a small lounge area to the right of the registration desk and put his feet up on a pine coffee table. “Name’s Darwin.” “Well thank you for saving us back there, Darwin,” Clara said. “No biggie.”
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