Malcolm knocked. At first there was no answer. He tried again, a little harder.
A woman came to the door.
"Hi," Malcolm said brightly and a little apologetically. "We're a little lost. It feels like we've been driving in circles for hours. Did you know the GPS doesn't work out here?" he noted.
She just looked at him.
"Can you tell us how to get to Lexington?" he asked.
She sighed heavily and stepped out onto the porch, pointing down the road and giving directions.
"Thank you so much," he told her. He looked apologetic. "Listen, before we go, can I use your bathroom? We've been driving around here for ages."
"Piss on a tree," she drawled.
He looked physically pained at the prospect, smoothing down the front of his suit.
"Look, I'm..." He glanced around distastefully, easily falling into his Rich Boy hat. "I'm not going to urinate on a tree like some sort of barnyard animal. I'll give you a hundred dollars if you let me use your rest room, providing it has indoor plumbing."
She cocked an amused eyebrow at him. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a hundred dollars, holding it out to her. She considered it, then took it and tilted her head towards the door.
"Thank you," he said gratefully, heading inside.
She pointedly shut the door after him, remaining on the porch with Tim while calling after Malcolm "Down the hall, second door on the right!"
Malcolm headed in that direction, but stopped out of her line of sight, listening for any sounds in the house that might tell him where the suspect was.
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A woman came to the door.
"Hi," Malcolm said brightly and a little apologetically. "We're a little lost. It feels like we've been driving in circles for hours. Did you know the GPS doesn't work out here?" he noted.
She just looked at him.
"Can you tell us how to get to Lexington?" he asked.
She sighed heavily and stepped out onto the porch, pointing down the road and giving directions.
"Thank you so much," he told her. He looked apologetic. "Listen, before we go, can I use your bathroom? We've been driving around here for ages."
"Piss on a tree," she drawled.
He looked physically pained at the prospect, smoothing down the front of his suit.
"Look, I'm..." He glanced around distastefully, easily falling into his Rich Boy hat. "I'm not going to urinate on a tree like some sort of barnyard animal. I'll give you a hundred dollars if you let me use your rest room, providing it has indoor plumbing."
She cocked an amused eyebrow at him. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a hundred dollars, holding it out to her. She considered it, then took it and tilted her head towards the door.
"Thank you," he said gratefully, heading inside.
She pointedly shut the door after him, remaining on the porch with Tim while calling after Malcolm "Down the hall, second door on the right!"
Malcolm headed in that direction, but stopped out of her line of sight, listening for any sounds in the house that might tell him where the suspect was.