The kid sat across the table, a quizzical smile twitching at his lips as he observed me through red-framed glasses. I put down my cup and nodded to my partner. "Interview recommenced at 11.35am, 4th December 2020" I stated matter of factly. The kid perked up. "Another interview?" he said, "Am I going to get a job this time?" I paused, my pen raised over the paper. "Noooo", I replied slowly, "this isn't that kind of interview. It's more of a, uh, finding things out interview. Just like yesterday". He looked disappointed, and I pressed ahead before he thought of a response. "When we concluded our last chat, you admitted dosing the office water bubbler with" - I checked my notes and spelled out- "lysergic acid diethylamide. My friend and I were wondering why you did this. What was your motivation, if I might use the term?". He looked at me as if I were an idiot. "It was a hot day, it'd been in my pocket for hours, and it wanted to cool off. Obviously". Obviously. I sat back in my chair and squeezed the bridge of my nose between thumb and forefinger. Yesterday had been a trial and today didn't look like it was going to get any better. "So it didn't occur to you, at any point, that adding LSD to a public water source at a weapons convention might not be a good idea? That it might, ya know, cause problems?" His expression changed to one of hurt. "My LSD would never hurt anyone" he said vehemently, "it's always been a good friend to me and I've known it for years. It just wanted a swim and something to drink and it would have hopped back out quite happily. It was only because that security guard tackled me to the floor and dragged me outside the centre that it didn't. It was the guard's fault, not mine". My partner sighed heavily and changed the line of questioning. "We want to know where you obtained the drug. How did you get hold of it?" The kid smiled. "My Nan makes it in her basement. She's got an entrance hidden behind the washing machine and goes down there when she needs to think. And make acid. She says it makes the bubbles taste like moonlight." He looked up suddenly. "Will she be coming to stay at the hotel with me?" The hotel. "Uh, sure. We'll make sure she'll come to the, er, hotel as well. It'll be a long, long holiday for the both of you."
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