Slipping the handcuffs off, he tossed them in the alley’s bin, regretting the loud thunking echo which rose from the nearly hollow container. Garbage day, he thought as he stripped off his outer layer. It would be garbage day.
In a moment, he’d unfolded an Hawaiian shirt from a square of material that had fit in his pocket, and with a few other tweaks to his accoutrements, sauntered out of his hiding place with the confused look of a lost tourist. The police even gave him directions back to his hotel, well, a hotel. He liked to keep them guessing.
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