That lamp...

**Special Agent Sam Stanley** Sat Oct 10, 2009 11:12 am

Sam entered the Boston FBI office, showing his badge and going through security. He walked up to reception.
'Special Agent Sam Stanley. There should be...'
The receptionist pre-empted him and passed him a file. He smiled as he juggled the file between the case and the badge already in his hands. As he turned to walk back out he thought about his the hotel room for the night with some trepidation. He'd been there 2 nights now and figured the value of the contents was $7,200 but that lamp had been plauging his thoughts. He couldn't decided whether it was imitation or real silver detailing on the base. He tried to forget about it.
'Think about the coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.'
He repeated the mantra. As he went back down to the parking lot it crossed his mind that the lamp seemed too heavy to be fake. But the hotel seemed too cheap for it to be real. He furrowed his brow.
'Goddamn that lamp' he muttered.