--- Chapter Five ---
"FREEZE!" A police officer sprinted down the hallway toward Molson, yelling at the top of his lungs. Molson had grasped the brass doorknob to get into the lounge.
"Look what you've done now, you idiot!"
"What?" Molson stared at the police officer innocently, tightening her hold on the doorknob.
"Don't you see? That was evidence! We were going to fingerprint that doorknob, and now it's ruined! Get off the premises now, before you cause any more trouble!"
"But I—"
"GO."
"Can't I—"
"NOW."
"But I have to get the audition—"
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, and leave already!" the police officer shrieked as he started spazzing, waving his trusty nightstick around in circles over his head. Molson's eyes widened as she stepped slowly away from the door, hands up. "Jeez! For the love of Pete, can't you people just COOPERATE?!" the police officer yelled.
"Okay, okay! Fine!" Molson yelled over the police officer's ever-increasingly wild shouts. "I'm leaving!"
"Oh! Good!" the police officer replied, suddenly calm and cheerful. Molson stared at him, and walked away very slowly…
