You're Joking, This Can't be the Right Guy ((77))

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity blew back into the hotel and took the stairs rather than wait for the lift. He knocked on Coricopat's office door before shoving it open. "That was the worst spent hour of my life."

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat looked up from the paperwork he was going over, "It didn't go well then?"

Grids rose from the chair she'd managed to talk Coricopat into letting her wait in, "What happened, Mac?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Go well?" he shrugged, glancing at Grids. "Why didn't you warn me your former lover was crazier than a bat up a belfry tower? Go well? It was a waste of time."

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone's ears flickered back at that, "Because he isn't always and for some reason I expected him to not come across that way?"

The mottled tom glanced from one to the other, finally focusing on Mac, "So it was a complete waste of time, then. Nothing useful from it?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Where do I start?" Macavity threw his arms out. "Let's see, he wanted ta 'ive me fair warnin', since I took a 'reat treasure from him." He glanced at Grids. "He never used your name, and didn't even notice when I mentioned you were my finance. God, how did you live with him so lon'? He said that if I kept holdin' you he was goin' ta go after my friends and family and business. Said the police couldn't protect me either. And told me it was no laughin' matter. Do I look like I'm laughin'? I want ta look up the nearest asylum!"

He paused, glancing at Grids again. "Do you think anycat sent to pick him up for such a place would have a chance?"

[Meadowlark]

She took a long moment to let what he'd said sink in, starting to answer the question about how she could have lived with him for so long, but cutting that thought off at the last one. The white queen shook her head, "Not if he's got his crew backing him. Even if he was alone I'm not certain of it. I really don't know."

[victoriousscarf]

"Damn," he muttered, pacing the office. "Not ta totally underestimate him or anythin' but he really has no idea what he stepped inta, does he?"

[Meadowlark]

Grids hesitated and then shook her head slightly, "I don't think so..."

Coricopat finally spoke again, "I would rather hope not, if he did we haven't been doing our jobs right, Mac."

[victoriousscarf]

"'reat," Macavity murmured, shaking his head. "What about stickin' the police force on him?"

[Meadowlark]

"For what?" Cori asked.

[victoriousscarf]

"Are you serious?" Macavity asked. "He threatened me and my fiancee. Isn't that enough to 'et the police out? Besides, he runs a speak at the docks. Hell, we can stick some of the dock murders on him if you liked."

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat rubbed his eyes, glancing at Griddlebone, but turned back to Macavity, "The threats are enough to get them to talk to him, but likely not too much more without pulling strings--which I can't do since the commissioner hates me. You might pull it off, but I don't know. The speak's not really their concern, though we could sick the Bureau on him for that. As to the murders he hasn't been in town long enough. But, if this is the path you'd prefer to take I'll see what I can possibly dig up."

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity sighed, leaning back on his heels. "You're right. He has ta actually do somethin' for that ta work. We'll see I suppose. See about settin' moles around then, see if anythin' comes of contacts in the docks."

[Meadowlark]

Cori nodded, "I'll see what we can find. Anything else you need me to do at this point?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Naw," Macavity waved a paw. "Go home."