Mr. Peabody sighed as he tapped his paws on a police man's desk. He's been in this retched building for over three hours so far, explaining what happened, telling him every little detail on how it happened, giving the officer his phone, telling him about Mr. Walters and now the officer, properly named Joel Kirkland, was tracing the call to see if he could track down Mr. Walters.
Mr. Kirkland was a youngish man, around his late twenties with messy blonde hair and bright green eyes, he seemed pretty eager to help Mr. Peabody the moment the dog came though the door. He had on a normal police man's uniform, minus the hat. He had on thick black rectangular glasses that he would have to push up and correct every three seconds. Finally, the typing ceased and Mr. Kirkland let out a low sigh. Mr. Peabody's stomach dropped almost instantly.
"I was afraid of this. The number traced back to payphone." Joel said as he showed the monitor to Peabody. A red dot indicated that was the number it was one of the many payphones that littered Broadway street.
"I take it that is not good." Mr. Peabody said with a heavy huff. It couldn't of been easy.
"No, It's not, You see, we have no way of saying that was Mr. Walters who threatened you."
"But, I heard him. He spoke to me clearly, I knew his voice!"
"I know that, but there is no recording of the call and we cannot place him as the one who called you. Now, you said this took place at three-twenty five, correct?"
Mr. Peabody nodded and Joel went turned the monitor back to him and typed away.
"Now, I might be able to get a camera feed on him if he was at a payphone, but, even then, it can't hold up for anything, him or his lawyer could easily said he was just making a call to a friend." Joel mutter to Peabody as he typed and clicked away.
"Is there anything you could do?" Mr. Peabody asked the officer, Joel looked at the dog and sighed.
"Well, It'll take a few hours to go though all the footage, but, like I said, I don't think it'll hold to anything. So right now, I think the best thing to do is to maybe assign a few officers to your house for the night, in case he shows up or calls again." Joel told him in a slightly serious voice. Mr. Peabody instantly shook his head.
"No, Sherman cannot know of this!" Mr. Peabody said quickly, though he seemed to be saying it more to himself than Mr. Kirkland.
"Hm...Ok, how about this, I'm breaking the rules a bit here, but you seem despite." The officer looked around a bit and then leaned in.
"Invite me over to your house, tell Sherman I'm a friend and I need to stay over for a day or two. I provide protection for a while and if he calls again or comes over, then we got him." Joel said with a smile and straightened up, he pushed his glasses up a bit and gave Mr. Peabody a toothy smile. The man then said, "Ok, that might of been too forward, I'll let you think about it, here." Grabbing some paper and a pen, he, Joel, sloppily wrote down a phone number.
"It's my personal cell, if anything happens or you want take me up on the offer, just call me." Joel said and handed Peabody the paper, the dog looked at it and nodded.
"Ok, thank you for your help, Officer." Peabody said gratefully. When Peabody got up from the chair he heard a few bones pop in protest. Still he shook Kirkland's hand.
"Thank you, for all your help." Mr. Peabody said when the hand shake ended. Kirkland nodded at the dog and smiled back, a goofy lopsided smile.
"Allow me to walk you out, Mr. Peabody." Joel offered and walked with the dog. They walked in silence to the door of the department. Once Peabody was out, he heard Kirkland say.
"Be careful out there. Again, anything pops up, call me." With that, the man walked back inside the department, Mr. Peabody looked at the paper in his hands and sighed. He walked towards his moped and started to talk to himself.
"Mr. Kirkland may be my safest bet, I could invent something that might help out but that'll cause too much suspension with Sherman..." He sighed a heavy sigh and sat down on his red moped, strapping on his helmet he started up the bike. Before he could drive away, however, he heard Mr. Kirkland's voice.
"YOU FORGOT YOUR PHONE! DON'T DRIVE AWAY!" Mr. Kirkland ran from the door to Mr. Peabody's moped in less than three seconds, of course, he didn't exactly look elegant running towards the dog. His arms waving wildly behind him as he ran, almost like limp noodles. Still, this man was fast when he needed to be. When he got to the dog, he rested his hands on his knees breathing heavily.
"Phone." Was all this man could say as he handed the dog his cell back. Mr. Peabody couldn't help but chuckle at this poor guy, taking his phone back, he placed it on his seat.
"Thank you, Mr. Joel." Mr. Peabody said. Joel straightened up, his glasses slipped from his face when he did so and they fell on to the ground. He really should get those resized. Grabbing his glasses off the ground, Joel dusted them off and placed them back on his face.
"You're welcome...I should..." Joel paused to catch his breath and continued, "I should...go back inside now..." He turned and started to walk back towards the building, Mr. Peabody watched the officer. Joel walked, still catching his breath from running so fast. Peabody noticed that Joel was walking towards one of those cement things for parking. Then, with little to no warning, the male tripped over it and fell flat on his face.
"I'M OK!" Joel yelled giving a thumbs up sign.
'He may be the safest bet, but he's not the smartest...' Mr. Peabody thought with a chuckle as he finally drove away from the building. He knew he still had sometime before school let out. Maybe he could think of something in that time, Something that could protect him and Sherman. Something that won't trip over cement blocks.