Date: December 21, 1972
Weather: 25℉, snowy
December 21, 1972, 5:00 p.m. - Woodlands Basement, Woodlands Cells -
Toby Piper escorts Todd out of his single cell and walks him to the rotary hanging on the wall. “You get one phone call,” Toby sits in a chair nearby and motions to the phone.
Todd nods and grabs the receiver. “You’re just going to sit there?” He starts dialing.
“Oh,” Toby smiles, “and you’ve got five minutes.” Toby’s smile widens, and he leans back in the chair. “The floor is yours.”
Todd rolls his eyes and finishes dialing, putting the phone to his ear. “Please pick up,” he says under his breath. The dial continues to ring, and Toby yawns, looking over at the clock on the wall.”
“Hello?”
“Thank god,” Todd says. “Is Nibs around?”
“No,” Aya sighs. “He’s just gone over to the Rabbit Hole, and I should be following after him. What is this about Todd?”
“You haven’t heard?”
“Heard what? I’ve really got to get going. You have five minutes.”
“No kidding.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“No,” Todd sighs. “Wait. I’m in the cells under the Woodlands.”
Aya doesn’t say anything for a moment. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Todd glares at Toby to make sure he heard. “Jack brought me in last night. Some room key from that shit hotel fell out of my locker. And I’ve been /trying/ to explain that somebody must have put it there,” Todd looks at Toby again, “but they don’t believe it.”
“Well, can you blame them?” Aya huffs into the receiver.
“What, you don’t believe me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Just,” Todd stops for a moment and turns away from Toby. “Just please tell Nibs. I need him to come down here. I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t need to bring the club into this, Todd. Nibs offered his hand to you, and you didn’t take it. I’m hanging up.”
“Aya,” Todd tries to stop her, but Aya clicks down the receiver. Todd slams the phone back on the rotary.
“Can I maybe have one more?” Todd smiles slightly at Toby.
Toby stands up and motions for Todd to start walking. “Let’s go.”