Ch. 15 Losses
Odin tapped his fingers against the desk as he waited, in the Orange County Jail. He can't believe this. It didn't shock him so much, as it pissed him off. He had obviously been wrong about Ping. Stupid little lackey, taking his own life. Odin had thought it would be easy to get Ping out and then have him help him commit another murder, but he came in only to find that Ping had been easily talked into hanging himself by his cell mate. Apparently, his cell mate had found him annoying, and thought it would be amusing to watch the little puetro rican harm himself.
Odin was waiting now, because apparently him pretending to be Andrew Douglas, had been the only person to come visit Ping, so therefore they were going to give Odin all of Ping's possessions from when he was arrested, and the things he had acquired from his short time in the slammer. Odin tried to maintain a calm expression on his face, he didn't want anyone to figure out that he was angry.
A small petit redhead wearing a uniform came towards Odin with a shoebox. She handed it to him. "They said you had already signed for everything, and that you didn't want to inventory it."
"I trust you guys, and if there is something missing, I am sure it is not your fault." Odin flashes a soft sad smile to her. "Thanks."
"Have a nice day, Mr. Douglas." The officer remarked as Odin walked away.
Odin walked quickly outside. He scanned the nearby area for a trashcan, found one, and then walked toward it. He set the box on top of the trashcan, and ripped the lip off violently, throwing it into the trashcan. He checked through the wallet for cash, found $20 bucks and put it in his pocket. Odin then tossed the wallet in the trashcan.
He looked through the rest of the box which contained : a yo-yo, a paperback copy of "Frankenstein", two quarters, three buttons of different sizes, and three half used pack of chewing gum. He checked the book making sure there wasn't any money stashed away in it, not finding any, he threw into the box, and then, knocked the whole box into the trash. Maybe it would a good thing that Ping killed himself, Odin thought, what kind of killer would a person who seem to have an affinity for buttons and half open packs of chewing gum be.
Odin hadn't really needed Ping for his plans anyway. He just had wanted to use him since he knew he was easily brainwashable. But all was fine, Odin could still carry out with the plan that he and Marilyn had been working on. They could now probably do it easier, since they wouldn't have to worry about some idiot fucking it up while it was still in the beginning stages.