With his trademark monocle and handlebar mustache, Detective Marcel Dupre walked into the lounge area we were asked to gather together. “I’m going to need you each to provide me with your passports. I will also require any cellphones, tablets, or laptops you have within reach. You will receive you’re devices back once our mystery has been solved and we can close the book on this case.”
I cautiously raised my hand. “Can you share with us what happened and how long we’ll be confined here?”
“I can tell you this much,” Detective Dupre said. “We have found some contraband right here inside this hotel and, and as guests, you are all under suspicion.”
“What sort of contraband are you referring to, Detective?” A woman sitting next to me asked.
Dupre twisted his mustache on the right side. “I have found items such as a chainsaw and sticks of dynamite, which my experience tells me go together like oil and water. They do not mix well.”
“I have a flight leaving the city tonight at seven o’clock and reserved a car to pick me up at five to take me to the airport,” I said. “Will I be able to make it?”
The detective took off his monocle, look looked at his watch, shook his head, and said, “Unlikely.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Lucky Dip, where the story cubes are a passport, a chainsaw, a car, a book, dynamite, a laptop, drops of oil and water, and a monocle and mustache.