I was running late to meet my wife for dinner. It was our 5th anniversary, we were due to spend the evening dining and then retreat to a pre-arraigned hotel room. I got stuck in a meeting longer than anticipated, and then the traffic was terrible.
My wife, Chris, had already checked into the suite and headed down to the lounge to wait for me. When I got there I left my bag in the room and went down to find her.
As I surveyed the lounge, from a darkened corner, I noticed a man in a cheap suit dropping a something into one of the drinks he had just purchased. The way he was dressed screamed detective; his activity screamed something else. I stayed in the shadows and watched. He returned to his seat in a booth near the hall to the bathrooms.
The man was experienced; the hall also leads to a door to the alley behind the hotel. If he suspected someone was on to him he could make an escape by heading out the door.
Let me introduce myself; I am Mark Edwards I am the chief of detectives in this town. I do not like it when someone tries to pull a fast one here. I stepped into the lobby to a point where I could see him and called for 3 of my best to provide back up.
After the call I headed back to the bathroom; as I passed the table I saw Chris leaning into a corner with the guy leaning in real close. This just got very personal.
As I left the bathroom I stumbled and fell toward the table, catching myself and rolling a little bit into the empty seat in the booth. I slightly slurred my words as I apologized for interrupting them and asked if I could rest there until my head cleared in a minute. I introduced myself as John, a machinery salesman from Chicago.
He introduced himself a Paul; he said he was here in town looking for a new job.
After I got done with him, he wouldn't need a job for a while. I knew Chris was out of it when she did not recognize me. There were two empty glasses on the table, one was a mixed drink and the other was a beer glass. We talked for a few minutes about the job prospects in town.
One of my many talents is that I can hypnotize people by moving my hands back and forth as I talk to them. He was under my spell in no time. I told him that if I gave him an order he would follow it to the letter and if I asked him a question he would answer honestly. He would also continue to do whatever he was working on. He would come out from under the spell when anyone read him his Miranda Rights. Then I released him with the instruction that he would remember nothing of the conversation while he was under my influence.
As I got up to leave he tried to get Chris to speak, she did not respond. Well, Paul told me she was his wife and she did not hold her liquor very well. She could not stand, I told him I could help him take her to his room, he decided it would be a good idea if we shared his wife. He said it was a fantasy of his to see her get screwed.
I asked what room he was in. He read me my room number as he pulled the key out of his pocket.
This guy had definitely done this before.