Alone, Studs Fedora got the bottle of bourbon from his office. Alone, he went back to his rooms, where he sat and listened to the clock tick and the radiator hiss. In the morning, the sun would come through the window like a thrown yellow brick, and maybe it would strike Studs where he lay on the carpet. But until then, he would sit and drink his whiskey alone.
The End.
The police arrived quickly. Studs Fedora watched from the front stoop as uniformed officers escorted Cara Lotts into their squad car. Lt. Block took the transmitter and shook Studs' hand, a look of pity in his face. Studs tried to keep his face expressionless.
Cunningly concealed beneath his shirt, Studs Fedora wore a miniature transmitter, broadcasting everything said in the room to the police. Cara stared at it and her face fell as she saw her life crumble before her eyes. Studs knew exactly how she felt.