Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 83: Hotel Drama (2)

"We’ll discuss it when my lawyer gets here." Jack would not talk about this without Henry being present.

The older officer went and talked to Derik for a few minutes. There was some hand waving, and the cop looked annoyed. Eventually the cop just held up his hand to stop whatever Derik was saying and walked back over to Jack.

"Alright, we’ll wait."

Jack leaned back against the counter and folder his arms, and spend the next few minutes, watching the people that had gathered to spectate. Some looked at Jack with scorn, others with pity, and a few seemed amused.

As he watched the crowd interact, he realized that one man in a sharp charcoal grey suit was going around to each person talking to them, writing something on a piece of paper, and receiving cash from each person.

Is he taking bets?

"Oi!" Jack hollered.

The two cops twitched, the older one returning his hand to the handle of his weapon.

At the sound of Jack’s voice, the man taking bets turned around. When he did, Jack waved him over.

The two cops tensed, and the older one turned to watch as the man in the suit approached.

The man, dressed in a stylish charcoal gray suit, sauntered over and stopped a healthy distance away from the cops and gave Jack a "you wanted to talk to me?" look.

"So, what are the odds?" asked Jack.

The man gave Jack an appraising look.

"Ten to one you tried to steal a car, five to one you tried to play a prank, and it backfired, and two to one that Derik shit the bed."

"Can I put five hundred on that last one?" asked Jack quietly. He figured if he said it loudly the crowed would wise up and try to cancel their bets. He had a little over five hundred in his wallet. It was a sure bet.

The man in the suit grinned, then asked just as quietly, "You good for it?"

"My brand new Maybach S680 says yes," replied Jack.

The man’s eyes widened, then he grinned evilly. "A convincing argument indeed."

He wrote something on his notepad, gave Jack a jaunty salute, then turned and walked back over to the small crowd. Several of the people walked over and appeared to be trying to revoke or change their bets, but all looked like they had failed.

A few minutes later, Henry walked in and made a beeline for Jack.

When Henry got close, the younger cops said, "That’s close enough!"

"He’s my lawyer," said Jack, annoyed.

"Ah, all right then," said the cop.

Henry walked past the cops and said, "Jack, it’s never boring with you, is it? Let’s see that note."

Jack handed Greg’s note to Henry. After reading it, he said, "Yep, it’s legit."

Then he turned to the cops and said, "Why do you wish to detain my client?"

"The hotel staff claim he tried to steal a guest’s vehicle," said the older cop.

"Would this be one Maybach S680, previously owned by Gregory Fletcher?"

"That’s right," said Derik in a self righteous tone.

"Well, Gregory Fletcher gave his Maybach to my client this evening and this," he held up the note, "is legal proof my client is the new owner."

Derik frowned in confusion.

"May I see that, asked the older cop?"

Henry held up the note so the cop could read it, but did not relinquish it.

After the cop read it, he said, "We’ll need to contact Mr. Fletcher to confirm."

Seriously! He was beginning to suspect that even the cops had mush for brains.

Just then, who should step out of an elevator but Gregory Fletcher himself, accompanied by an attractive young woman in a tight little black dress. They looked at the crowd, then at Jack.

Greg walked over and said, "Jack, what are you doing here? What’s going on?"

"You forgot to remove the Maybach’s plate number from your account."

Greg blinked a few times in confusion, then realization dawned on him and he said, "You’re staying here?!"

"Yes. I have a suite. Does that surprise you?" freёwebnoѵel.com

"A little, yes. I’ve underestimated you, again."

Mush for brains. This guy must have inherited, ’cause there’s no way this guy has the brains to be first generation wealthy.

Jack shrugged, then said, "Would you be so kind as to vouch for your note-of-transfer to these two officers of the law?"

Greg looked sternly at the two officers. "Is there any doubt?"

"Ah, no Mr. Fletcher. It’s just a small misunderstanding," said the older of the two police officers, then turned to Jack and said, "I apologize for any inconvenience. Please have a pleasant evening."

Then he grabbed the younger officer and dragged him out of the hotel like he wanted to run, but didn’t want to look like a complete coward.

"Jack, sorry about the mix-up," said Greg. "Let’s get that fixed before I head out."

While the three security guards milled about aimlessly, no longer having a reason to coral Jack, Greg approached and spoke to the young woman behind the counter. She typed a few commands, then nodded.

"Right, that’s settled. You have a pleasant evening." Then Greg walked off, followed by the young woman in the little black dress.

Jack wondered if the woman was his date, or a compensated companion. Though, if she was only with Greg because he gave her gifts, was there really any difference?

He turned to the lady behind the counter and said, "Can I get my new plate number registered?"

"Certainly Mr. Waldron. And I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience you have experienced tonight. I will be sure to inform the manager about what happened. I am authorized to comp you one night, and I have done so as an apology."

Well, that was nice. He wondered what the manager would do.

As he turned to leave, he saw Derik scurrying through a staff only doorway along with the three security guards.

He was pulling out his phone to summon a ride-share when the man in the charcoal suit approached him. "I see you know Mr. Fletcher," he said amicably.

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