Chapter Three

I got home around 8:30 that night. Dad was in his office.

"Hey Dad, I'm home." I opened his door and peered in.

"Okay." He was reading something on his computer. I decided to leave him to whatever he was doing and closed the door behind me, walking up to my room to get on my own computer. When it started up I had an e-mail waiting for me from Frank.

Hey,

It's Frank, but I guess you knew that. I just wanted to know how Andrew was doing. I hope he's okay. I guess I will see you in the morning. Uh, Good night!

I wrote back:

Hey,

He's doing okay. Still pretty sore but better. I can't wait to start getting this guy who shot up our school. Thanks for the help by the way. I am really going to need it. So yeah I will see you in the morning.

I sent it and was reading a few other e-mails when I got a reply from Frank:

Well, that's good to hear. How are you doing? How's Reed?

I wrote back again:

I'm fine, and Reed's just Reed. He's staying at the hospital tonight with Andrew. I'm so glad Andrew's okay. We have to find this guy! We will find him won't we?

He replied:

Sure. No problem.

A few more emails back and forth and then I got one last reply from Frank Hardy:

Well I am getting off now. I guess Joe wants on the computer. I'll see you in the morning?

Me:

Oh okay. Well, good night. Tell Joe I'll see him in the morning.

I turned the computer off and went to read for a bit before bed.

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The next morning, I walked to Andrew's hospital room. Reed was still sleeping on the chair next to Andy's bed.

"Shhh." Andrew smiled at me when I walked in. "He didn't sleep very well last night." He was eating the breakfast the nurse had brought him.

"Why not?" I asked him as I looked to his older brother.

"Who knows? He was just up all night." Andrew took another bite of his eggs.

"Well, I was just coming to see how you were doing and I'm meeting the boys here." I looked at him, "How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm doing okay. Still pretty beat up, but okay." He said looking to me.

"So…" I sat in another chair next to his bed and pulled out a notebook and pen out of my bag. "Do you think you are up to a few questions?"

"Uh… sure." He finished his breakfast and called for the nurse to come in and grab the tray. After she had left the room he turned back to me and smiled. "Okay, so questions?"

"Yeah. Okay…" I looked to my notebook, "So did you get a good look at the guy?"

"Yeah I did."

"Okay, so what did he look like? Was he tall? Short? Dark? Facial hair? Bald? Anything at all?"

"He was around my height, white, uh dark hair, no facial hair that I remember. When I saw the gun I ran as fast as I could the other way."

"I don't blame you." I looked back up at him from my notebook. "Anything else? How old would you say he looked?"

"Maybe 30-ish. I'm not really good with guessing peoples ages." He looked up from me and smiled. I turned around to find Joe and Frank smiling in at us.

"Oh, hey guys!" I said to them and smiled back.

"Hey, how's it going?" Frank came in and gave me a hug.

"Not too bad. Andrew got a pretty good look at the suspect, but the guys sounds like every other white 30 year old white man." I half laughed up at them from my seat.

"Well, that can't be good." Joe said to me, then added, "We can't go chasing every guy fitting that description." He grinned.

"No, we can't. I just hope we have a few other people who saw the guy." I turned back to Andrew, "Do you know where the others are in the hospital? What rooms they're in?"

"Uh… I think they're all down this hallway." He told the three of us, "Talk to the nurse. I'm sure she could tell you."

"Okay thanks, Andrew. Get some rest!" I leaned down and kissed his forehead, "Tell Reed I was here?"

"Yeah. Find the guy for me?" He smiled.

"Of course." I said as Joe, Frank, and I walked out the door. Once we were out of the room I looked at the two brothers, "So should we talk to the others now?"

"Yeah, let's do it." Frank smiled at me.

"Okay, lets go find that nurse Andrew was telling us about."