The birds were chirping like wild fire, as Murray woke. He got himself a fried breakfast. " Aah just what you need on a big day like this." he said quietly to himself. After scoffing the whole lot in a few minutes, he went to get washed. While standing in front of the mirror he was thinking about the conversation he and Sly had. I know Sly wouldn't betray an old friend, but I can't get this idea out of my head. What if this meeting was a trap set up by Interpol to catch us. as these thoughts whirred round in his head he heard a familiar voice under the window. After struggling with the child lock Murray peered out to the ground below.
" You mean you saw nothing around the garages?" asked Carmelita suspiciously " Nothing, except that bulky bulldog. But you know about him." lied Sly. The conversation continued but the two went in to the building. Murray tucked his head back in the room. Well at least I now know it not a trap or Sly would have told but then again, I missed the discussion except those two sentences. It took him a while to decide but when he had he had that old Murray determination in him to do it. As soon as he finishes what he said he'll do he'll go to this address and ask Bentley himself. Whether he thought that about the fact that that's where Interpol would be if it was a trap is a mystery. But in his defence it would be no where near the time the trap would happen, if it would.
Down at the track Murray was doing the last minute tune ups to the van. The commentator voice blared about the stadium, " All racers to the starting line please"
Murray hopped in the van and drove to the line. After a few fast minutes the race was under way. The first two laps were easy with Murray zooming along at first place. Right. Left. Left. Right. Then Muggshot reared up behind him.
" They let that moron go already!" screamed Carmelita shaking her fist.
After that the last few laps were difficult for Murray, racing the very competitive Muggshot. But in the end Murray won.
" Ten points, Murray is in the finals. A close second was Muggshot with eight points and Lewis comes third with six points. These three will race each other in the finals eight hours away! Rest well guys you'll need it." the announcer said as walked off the podium.
It was then Murray piped up, " I will not participate in the finals. I am going to quit racing and find another career." Many people reacted differently, most just gasping, but the worst was Muggshot.
" Me demand that ya don' quit til I win yer title off ya!" threatened Muggshot.
That must be another part of that bet I heard about. thought Sly.
So Murray had to agree to Muggshot's demands.
Later back in the garage, Sly and Murray were discussing what they were going to do.
" Well you can't just not do it, because Muggshot's deal says win the title off of you." pondered Sly stroking his chin.
" I know. I can anger him so he knocks my van off the road during the race." said Murray.
" Brill idea bud. But don't let the judges catch you. We can't let the mafia get that funding though, I wouldn't allow that when I was a thief so it doubles now I'm a cop. I suppose I could bust them during the race." thought Sly.
In the hotel lobby, Murray found Muggshot.
" Hey you… um… Big bones I'm talking to you!" said Murray nervously.
" Wha' you wan' pinky" sneers the bulldog.
What was it Bentley said……… oh yeah thought Murray " Your mother has more gentlemen callers than a phone operator"
" I'd beat if it wasn't against the rules." snarls the big guy menacingly.
" Well then you'll have to take it out on my van in a few hours wouldn't you" said Murray obviously, then walked off.
Sly was sorting his part out. While meeting Carmelita in their room he managed to slip into conversation about the mafia, " Oh, and by the way, when checking the grounds after the race I over heard the mafia discussing with Muggshot how they were rigging the competition. I would say that we should find them during the finals and bust them. And when Muggshot comes out of the race we bust him again but this time with more evidence"
" Good detective work, Sly. We'll do that. I'll see about getting you a promotion, constable." praised Carmelita " Thanks." And after that they went out on more rounds.
I would like to thank Uooi( Think that's right) Heistmaster and Cooper fan for their short but lovely reviews.
i'm sorry but i mixed up the documents and posted chap 3 twice sorry.