Ten Minutes

Illya looked at the wall clock.  Ten Minutes, he chanted in his brain.  Ten Minutes to figure out where Napoleon had hidden his bottle of Vodka.

He had gone to the bar to pour himself a drink where he found the note, scrawled in his partners had writing.  “Your precious bottle was hidden in the apartment somewhere for you to find.” 

He would be home by seven o’clock, ten minutes from now.

Damn that man.  Takes the only thing I have in this apartment and decides to play hot/cold with him.  He looked behind all the books that he thought that could hide anything behind them. 

He checked under the chairs and sofa, over the kitchen cabinets, under the bed.  Nowhere could he find his bottle.  He was about to give up when he thought of those plants that sat on the outside ledge of the bedroom.  He always made fun of them but now, with his partners humor, anything was possible.

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