Taken: Day 6

Word Count: 36,124

Summary of Events:

Mitchell got up early and decided to make an attempt to get in the hotel he'd been arrested at again, but to no avail. After expressing his frustrations to Dolly over breakfast she took him to buy a shirt that didn't look military or have holes in it. Mitchell then went to the hotel again; this time starting off by inquiring after his missing watch, which he didn't find in the Lost and Found, but was unfortunately recognised again and forced to flee for fear of arrest. Because Dolly was out auditioning he went, once again, to the bar . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

“What are you doing here this early?” Walton asked. “And this exhausted already?”

Mitchell sighed and slid up onto a stool close to Kelly’s usual spot. He took a sip of his drink.

“I’ve been trying to get back into the hotel I was staying at when I was accused,” he replied. “I’ve been thrown out every time and been told I’d be arrested without bail if I didn’t stop going around. I went around again and so I ran all the way here so that the police couldn’t arrest me.”

Walton nodded.

“I know I’m innocent,” Mitchell said. “And I’m the only person I can afford to employ to compile evidence to clear my name.”

“Thats a way of putting it,” Walton said, smiling slightly. “What are you charged with?”

“Assault on Odessa Edgar,” Mitchell replied.

“Who’s she?” Walton asked.

“The daughter, I believe, of Marion Edgar,” Mitchell replied, inwardly surprised that Walton didn’t know.

“Oh,” Walton said. “That’s a rather important person to be charged with harming.”

“What do you know about her?” Mitchell asked.

“I don’t know anything about her,” Walton replied. “But I know of Marion Edgar.”

“Oh,” Mitchell said; how could he know of one and not the other? “What do you know about him?”

“He’s really rich,” Walton replied. “I think he’s involved with the labour unions, but he also owns some businesses — most of which only employ unionised workers — I don’t know what they are, but I think they centre around the port, plus he owns . . . one casino for sure, possibly two, and just recently I believe he also purchased a hotel next door to his casino and means to somehow attach them so people can access the casino from the hotel.”

“Interesting,” Mitchell said.

“He’s probably the richest person in the city who doesn’t have any money whatsoever invested in the film industry,” Walton said. “He mingles with all those sorts of people, but he doesn’t invest money into their industry, which elicits a lot of intrigue out of a lot of people.”

Mitchell nodded. “Do you know how well he might know Perry Gay?”

“Who?” Walton asked.

“Perry Gay,” Mitchell replied. “He was in the Army with me, and when we arrived here the mayor contacted him and held a party that was mostly a welcome home for him, but the rest of us were also invited and honoured.”

“Interesting,” Walton said. “I’ve never heard of him.”