Write something that takes place at: the police station.
Hopefully that's one place we won't be visiting.
Note: I'm away on my honeymoon so this is a scheduled post.
The man enters the station, removes his sunglasses, and looks around. His lips curl into a grimace when he spots the half-empty box of donuts on the front counter.
"Way to promote that stereotype, boys," he mutters.
He approaches the desk, his teeth squeezing the life out of an innocent piece of gum, and stares at the officer seated there. She is on the phone, speaking in short, urgent whispers. When the man opens his mouth she holds up a hand to stall him.
"Sorry about that," she tells him after hanging up three minutes later. "What can I -"
"I'm here to bail out my son."
"Ah, you must be Mister -"
"Just take my money and get me my boy," he says, pulling out his cheque book.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."
"Why." It was not a question, but a challenge. A dare.
"He escaped about twenty minutes ago. But if you don't mind waiting a bit, I'm sure our boys will have him rounded up shortly."
The man blinks once, puts away his cheques, puts on his sunglasses, spins on his heel, and leaves the station. If he finds his son first, he thinks, that would save everyone a lot of trouble.
Well, everyone except his son.