I did, in fact, have to take time off of work to drive to Albuquerque to retrieve Mrs. Troll’s keys from the hands of the authorities.
I only took off about half the day and had it in my mind that I had planned things reasonably well.
I found the place pretty easily, seeing how they had hidden the building behind several other buildings and marked the address not at all. The sign indicating the place is just a huge magnifying glass with a huge fingerprint painted on it. No words, no numbers, just the international warning sign of criminals everywhere; the fingerprint.
Then my mind and thought processes left me completely and I tried to enter the building with a pocket knife in my pocket. The security guard was not amused.
I had given no thought to the fact that I was going to a place where the authorities hold drugs and guns and other things from the hands of people that will do drastic things to get these items.
After a minor disagreement and a near strip search, (Steel toe boots will set off a metal detector) I was permitted access to the door that lead to the other door that let me talk through bullet proof glass to the person who could call the other person that could get the bag that has the keys.
After that, it only took my ID, the case number, and patience to get the bag what holds the keys.
Now the Mrs. has her keys back, I still have not seen the ungrateful bastard that started this whole thing in the first place, and life on the home front is looking quiet.
I LIKE quiet.
