Rose Palms Motel - Room 140
9:37pm
"Hey, keep it down, will ya's?" Big Tony said as he covered the phone so he could hear his mother clearly. She was going on about what an issue it was to cook for him and Robbie. Both of them were grown men, Tony in his early thirties, Robbie in his late twenties. She wasn't complaining, though. She liked having her boys around. She had heard a loud noise in the background, and she assumed her sons were beating someone up again. But she decided against bringing it up. Then she changed her mind. She didn't want to say anything to upset Tony and start him on one of his coughing fits, so she simply said "Make sure that one doesn't end up in the trunk of my car." Tony smiled a little. "Okay ma," he said, trying to hide the cigar smoke in his throat as he spoke. "What's that in ya voice? Are you smoking another cigar? Just like ya father--y'know you should really lose weight before you start all that smokin', Tony. I hope ya not gettin' Robbie in on that nonsense..." Ma went on for what felt like an eternity. Tony spaced like he always does when his mother starts on her rants. "...and turn that TV down! Between you and Robbie beatin' up that poor man and the Fox 5 news, I'm gonna have a heart attack! Let me go, I better see you two in twenty minutes or I feed the chicken pasta to the dogs." Tony chuckled as he hung up. "That poor man" Ma had said. How did she even know that they were watching the news on channel 5? He looked to the TV. It was on Fox! But that wasn't what alarmed Tony, there was an image of the Rose Palms Motel in Patterson, New Jersey! Cops were surrounding the place, getting out of their cars with their guns drawn. "Hey Robbie," Tony stopped his brother from punching Joe in the face for the fifteenth time, "hold it for a sec. Look at the TV." Robbie reluctantly quit the punching, his knuckles were getting sore anyway. He looked at Joe before looking at the television. He had beaten him senseless. The plan was to beat WORDS out of Joe, not beat the conscious snot out of him! Robbie pictured his older brother yelling those words to him after Tony showed him whatever was important on the TV. Robbie's eyes widened, and before he could speak, they heard a loud knock and the all too familiar "Open up, its the police!"
But the knock wasn't on their door. No, it sounded like..."Robbie," Tony said quietly, he probably already knew what was going on. He was always the smarter one. It always took Robbie an hour to understand a situation, even after Tony explained it to him with all of his hand gestures...maybe that's what threw Robbie off all the time, the hand gestures. "The cops are here, but they're not here for us. We gotta move!" That's right, the knock was NOT on the door of room 140, it was on the door of the room upstairs! Robbie looked at the time. It was 9:45. He helped Tony pack everything, including Joe's money, and they casually left the motel room in hopes of getting into their car and driving home to Ma's chicken pasta. The boys quietly opened the door and peered outside. The cop cars all had their siren lights on, but they were silent and empty. "Now's our chance," said Tony. As they crept out, they heard a loud gun shot. The shot woke Joe out of the slumber that Robbie put him in with his fists. Joe saw the door wide open and seized the opportunity. "HELP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The brothers looked at each other and ran as fast as they could to their mother's 2007 BMW. After emptying everything in the back seat, they tried to get into the car, but a loud voice stopped them right in their tracks. "Stop right there!"
...TO BE CONTINUED!
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