Mr Hardcastle Goes to Washington Drabble

by owlcroft

McCormick gets to D.C. just in time to get the judge out of trouble, then they head back to the hotel.

MR. HARDCASTLE GOES TO WASHINGTON DRABBLE

by

Owlcroft

McCormick scanned the room, plopping his bag onto a chair. "How come you got a double?" he asked, unpacking shirts. "Is that all they have in this fancy hotel?"

"Nah," was the reply. "I don't . . ." After considering, Hardcastle went on, "I guess it's a habit. I didn't even think about it when I booked the room."

"So, I'm a habit, huh?" Mark tossed more stuff onto the coffee table. "Like smoking."

The judge, brow wrinkled, said slowly, "Maybe more like touching a good luck charm before you go into battle."

McCormick stopped unpacking suddenly, then resumed with a hidden smile.