Okay, my guards are all asleep. Except for the one who can't leave his post by the door. I should be safe to post. It looks like the blogs are pretty dead right now, except for poor Shroedinger. Not much I can do for her, or for Konaa, who I'm still worried about. I can't go do anything for Shaun either, as much as I'd like to after the revelation of his insane fucking situation. I can't do anything for or with anyone right now because I'm STUCK IN A MOTHERFUCKING ROOM.
Sure. I have the laptop. I have cable, and permission to order movies off of the pay-per-view. But I have a hotel bedroom and bathroom as my only room to move. I have several police officers who like staring over my shoulder and whom I have to get permission from before closing the door. ANY door.
I've been working half the time I've been here, partly out of a perverse desire to make the cops as uncomfortable as I am, partially because I thought I'd need the money, but after what happened this afternoon, that's not really a problem.
Apparently Cam had a will on file, and it was read today. Cam left me half of his money. Half. I'm not going to tell you how much that is, but it's more money than I've ever had in my life. By a SIGNIFICANT margin. I also get to keep the laptop and the car, and there's apparently a notebook I'm supposed to look at... I'll have to see about finding it when I can go home.
In the less good news, I'm not to be allowed to go to Cam's funeral. Too much of a risk Prosper will show up to try and finish the job. Though of course, they don't know it's Prosper. The point remains, and they're probably even right, but I don't like it. I would've liked to give him a proper send-off.
Fuck, it's late. They'll start waking up soon, and I need to get some sleep.