ORSON slowed up from running. He slipped down behind some shops to try and get those damn cuffs off. He stuck out like a sore thumb with the cuffs around his wrists in front of him. He found some sharp masonry that had been broken down from a renovation of one of the shops. He twisted and pulled at his arms when in the end managed to dislocate his thumb enough to get one wrist through the cuff. He whacked the cuffs with a rock to release the other. He needed to get to a phone urgently and check in on his partner.
He panicked at the thought, though. About what might happen to him for being caught so easily. He knew it must have been obvious because he hadn’t returned from his task to grab that little w***e Riley Lewis.
Orson popped his thumb back into place, walking casuall
