The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 51: Hardcore Reader

Part 3/3

“You’re not even asking important questions, you’re just putting our host down!” Sam scolded him.

“You know it’s against the law to hit someone…”

“It’s not illegal if they deserve it.”

“I don’t deserve it!”

Sam shut her eyes and turned to Calem.

“I’m sorry about what you’re going through, Calem, don’t worry, you’re not alone in this,” Sam reassured him, “We two are questioning you for the exact same reason. Our son was also caught up in this mess, and we just-”

Calem looked up and his face brightened. He pointed a finger at them and began to laugh.

“BA HA HA HA! I knew it, I knew you two were just an old grumpy couple!”

Sam sneered at Calem. Calem immediately stopped laughing, putting his finger down.

“Sorry. Um, why don’t you ask the next question?”

` “Okay, okay, has your little brother, Rick, been able to communicate with you at all after the disappearances?”

Calem shook his head.

“Nope. He wouldn’t have been able to, anyway. When I graduated, they made us put on these graduation robes. Even though they had pockets for SOME reason, they made us put our phones in lockers. Soooo, no. He has not been able to reach out to us.”

“Damn, I was thinking we could track them,” Sam cursed. Warren’s face lit up, an idea sprouting in his mind.

“Wait, we might be able to,” Warren thought, “There’s no way that ALL of them left their phones in their locker. At least one had to have taken their phone with them.”

Warren turned to Sam.

“Sam, is the crime scene still up?”

“Huh? Yeah, but don’t bother getting your hopes up. You’re just a sheriff. I’m not letting you in.”

“I guess I’ll go there next.”

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie that was clipped to Sam’s tank top began to buzz.

“Unit 6 do you copy? We’ve got reports of an assault downtown at the bar, I think you should go there and neutralize the situation now!”

Sam pressed a button on her walkie-talkie and barked back.

“And so what?! I’m in the middle of something!”

“Everyone else is still investigating Terran High! You are the closest unit to the bar, so YOU have to go. That’s an order!”

The walkie-talkie stopped crackling and Sam groaned. She got up from her seat and began to leave.

“Gotta go.”

Warren jumped up from his seat and began to run after her.

“Wait, let me come!”

Sam turned around with vigor on her face.

“No. You’re not. You’re just a sheriff.”

“Doesn’t matter, I won’t let you get-” Warren quickly cut his sentence off, trying to find the correct thing to say, “I won’t stand by and let innocent people get hurt. My last name isn’t Justice for no reason.”

Sam rolled her eyes.

“You’re so cheesy, ugh, fine, you can come. But don’t expect to ride shotgun, you’re going in the back. Like a prisoner, nyah hah hah!”

Sam laughed like a villain. and pranced out the door. Warren turned to Calem, and put a hand on his shoulder. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, showing a contact list to Calem.

“Put your number here so we can talk later. I think we can figure out a lot if we work together.”

Calem looked up and smiled. He reached up and tapped his number on the dial.

“Heh, you’re right. You and that blonde lady are a funny duo, you two probably love each other more than you let on,” Calem snickered. Warren felt his other hand go numb.

“Sure,” he said woodenly. Calem finished typing, and he leaned back in his rocking chair.

“Well, good luck with whatever crime you gotta stop. Guess you two aren’t bums after all.”

“Thanks. See you soon, I s’pose.”

Warren walked out the door, and Calem peeked out the blinds of the window to see Warren clamber into the passenger seat of the police cruiser. Sam shoved him out, slamming the front door and locking it shut. The police cruiser began to drive off, and Warren put his arm out in dismay. Warren rushed into his own car and began to drive off after her.

Calem smiled, looking at the bookshelf which held his collection of stories. One book was noticeably gone from its spot.

“Where could you be, Rick? Where could you be…”