The Vacation Trap by dustin m

I am an average man that gets paid an average paycheck, but little did I know my life is about to change forever. “I will see you in a few days,” I said to my wife Sally. “Okay, stay safe. I love you,” Sally said back to me.

“I love you too, “ I said.

I got into the car with Bob and we were on our way to Florida for a week’s vacation for work. I thought it was sort of weird that my boss, Dr. Jack Stan, decided to pay for a week's vacation for me and Bob, (who I have known since we were kids and we have been best friends since the day we met) But I figured we deserved it, so we didn’t ask why.

When we got to the airport, we grabbed our stuff and went inside, got checked in, and went to our designated area to wait for the plane. About an hour later, our plane arrived and we loaded onto the plane. I slept almost the whole way to Florida. We didn’t have much turbulence, which was nice.

When we landed, we went to the baggage claim and got our luggage. As I grabbed my bag, it seemed so heavy, but I knew I was really tired and figured that was the reason it was heavy.

We then found our rental car. It was a black convertible. We got to our hotel and it was pretty late, so we went straight to bed.

The next morning I got up and Bob was still sleeping. So I got out of bed and brushed my teeth and went to unpack my stuff.

I went to open my bag and instead of finding my stuff, I was blinded by shiny sparkling things that appeared to be thousands or possibly millions of dollars worth of diamonds. I ran over to Bob’s bed and shook him until he woke up. I said, “You've got to see this.”

He grumbled, “What is so important it had to interrupt my sleep?”

I said, “Well, have a look for yourself”, while I was pointing at the open suitcase with the diamonds in it.

Bob’s eyes grew large and he said, “Where did you get those?” Bob was in shock.

I replied,”I must have grabbed the wrong suitcase at the airport. I think these diamonds might be the diamonds that were stolen a week ago from the museums.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Bob.

“I don’t know, but I bet the person who opens my bag will be in shock and looking for us. So I think we better call the cops and let them what happened and what we found.” I picked up the phone at the desk in the hotel and dialed 911.

They picked up after one ring and a lady answered, “This is 911 what is your emergency?”

“My name is Steve Clark. I am a hotel room at Holiday Inn and I’m here on vacation, but I grabbed the wrong bag at the airport. And I found what looks like the stolen diamonds from the museum.”

“Hmmm….can you bring the bag with the diamonds to the station on Pine Street?” she asked.

“Sure, I will be there soon,” I said.

“Okay, see you soon,” said the lady.

I set the phone down, grabbed the keys and I yelled at Bob to get ready so we could leave as soon as possible. We got to the police station and brought the bag inside. The person at the front desk asked if we were the people who found the diamonds.

We both said “yes.” We put the bag on the desk and the lady called someone to come to the front desk. A man with a curly mustache came out and grabbed the bag. He opened it and he took out one of the diamonds. As he looked at it, he stood there and stared at it doing nothing.

Then he said, “Yep these look like the diamonds, alright. So how did you get these again?”

I said, “Well, as I said before, I came down here on vacation and I must have grabbed the wrong bag at the airport.”

“Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” the man with the curly mustache asked.

“No of course not, whatever you need.” I said. I looked over at Bob and said, “Bob you can go back to the hotel if you want. I will call you when I'm done.”

“Okay, see you later,” Bob said.

I followed the man with the curly mustache into a room with two chairs across from each other. I sat down in the closet chair the man said that “someone would be with me in couple minutes”. Then a man walked in and sat down in the other chair. He had a clipboard paper and a pencil.

“Hi, my name is Sam Smith. If it is okay with you, I am going to ask you a few questions,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

“So how did you get a hold of the diamonds?” he asked.

I answered, “I think I grabbed the wrong bag at the airport.”

“Did you label your bag?” he asked.

I answered, “Actually I think I did, so check the bag because if it has my name on it, i don’t know how the diamonds got in there.”

“Okay, tell us your name and we will check it,” he said.

“My name is Steve Clark,” I said.

Sam left the room and I was left alone for awhile. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only 10 minutes, Sam returned to the room and explained to me they were going to do a close examination of the diamonds to see if they could find fingerprints other than his, because the name on the bag is Steve Clark. My mouth dropped. “How could that be?” I gasped.

“Calm down,” Sam insisted. “We somewhat believe your story, but some of the cops don’t believe you. Unfortunately, you do have to stay in prison until we prove otherwise, because right now the evidence points straight at you.”

My jaw dropped and my life flashed before my eyes. I nervously stuttered, “But I didn’t do it.” I started to get upset and I yelled, “You can’t do this to me!”

Sam said, “I never said I didn’t believe you. We will do what we can to resolve this quickly.”

Then he left the room and a couple cops came in and grabbed me. I had to have a mug shot taken and then I was taken to my cell. I could hardly sleep that night. I woke up startled by a person standing outside my cell.

When he saw me, he asked, “Do you know a person named Jack Stan?”

“Yes, of course. He is my boss. Why?” I asked.

“Have you seen him since you landed at the airport?” the strange man asked.

“No, he is still back at home. What does he have to do with this?” I asked.

“Well, his fingerprints are all over the diamonds and your bag. We did some investigating and we think he set you up, because he was afraid you were going to take his job,” said the man.

I sat there for a moment and it dawned on me that it did seem too good to be true that he sent me on vacation. I also remembered how he said I needed to stop working so hard or I might steal his job. I guess he really meant it. The man explained to me that they had arrested my boss, but he was refusing to talk so I needed to wait until they found out more. A few minutes later he returned with a smile on his face.

He opened my cell and said, “Looks like you were telling us the truth and you are free to go. Your boss was trying to set you up so you would not steal his job,” said the man. He then turned to me and said, “My name is Vick.”

I am now back home in Wisconsin, and ironically I was promoted to boss thanks to the unforgettable “free” vacation last year. Within a year I was elected the boss of the year award and earned a free vacation. This time I checked my bag closely and there was no diamonds or police involved.

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