Chapter 11
The doorbell rang, sending a loud shrilling noise through the Robinson mansion. Cornelius rushed to the door with Franny at his side. He thrust the front door open and revealed Officer Levi and Officer Kim.
"Officers, how glad I am to see you!" Cornelius explained. "You found who the hover car if registered to?" Officer Levi nodded his head.
"Yes. The blue and green hover car that made those dents is registered to a man named Zane Kahf." Cornelius hung his head sadly, followed by his wife.
"So it didn't belong to Kaden Williamson," Cornelius said.
"No, it didn't," Officer Levi said. "But after we found out who the car was registered to we did some research on Zane Kahf and found out that he owns a huge warehouse building outside the city. Inside the warehouse building he keeps about seventy hover cars. It used to be a hover car garage where people would buy hover cars, but then you built that one in the city that lets the customers pick what their hover car looked like and then the hover car would appear right in front of them looking like exactly what they said and…you get the point. Anyway, after that business opened Kahf's business had to shut down for good. But the research we did told us that the warehouse building is still standing today, with all the hover cars still in it."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Franny asked.
"Officer Kim and I were suspecting that maybe this Zane Kahf guy is working with or for Kaden Williamson."
"So you think you could find Wilbur?" Cornelius asked hopefully.
"Maybe," Officer Levi answered. "It will take a little while."
"That's alright. Just as long as you find him."
"Do you have any tracking devices on your son? You know, just in case you would need them?"
"No, I never really thought about it. I never knew something like this would happen to him."
"I suggest you do it when we find him and get him back home," Officer Levi said, walking past the married couple with Officer Kim on his heels.
"We'll be in your son's room I you need us," Officer Levi said over his shoulder. "It'd be best if you didn't need us though." They turned a corner and were out of sight. Franny turned to her husband and saw the look of distress on his face.
"Cornelius this is wonderful," she said. "They might be able to find Wilbur. And they gave us advice as of what to do when we find him and get him home. What's so wrong?"
"Exactly what you just said," Cornelius answered. "We don't know if we're going to get him home or not."
"Cornelius, don't say that! Of course we'll get him home!"
"I'm hoping Fran," he said. "I really am." He walked down the hall, leaving his wife standing there confused and alone.
Old Warehouse Building
Wilbur had been trying to pick the door's lock from the inside for at least and hour, and was still trying to. He hadn't gotten any luck at all. Zane's pocketknife wasn't giving him any help. Wilbur had tried looking around the dark room or another door or some other way out o the room, but hadn't found anything. Once or twice he had come up to the one wooden door and had gotten excited over it, but then realized that it was just the regular wooden door at the top of the flight of about ten stairs. After he realized this he had just walked back down the stairs and looked around again.
"Come on you stupid lock," he muttered angrily to himself. "You have to unlock so I can get away from here. Two crazy guys kinda' kidnapped me and put me in this dark room so I can't leave. Well, I guess you already know that since you were here when Zane put me down here. Now I'm trying to escape so I can go home and be safe and never have to come back here again. And if you were a good lock and liked to help people then you would allow me to pick you and get out of here!" Wilbur stopped trying to pick the lock and slapped himself in the forehead.
"I'm talking to a door lock," he said to himself. "I must be going crazy." He stuck the end of the pocketknife back into the hole in the doorknob and continued to try to pick the lock and escape. Then he put it down and stared at the doorknob with a look of anger on his face.
"I heard that," he said, pointing at the doorknob. He began to pick at it again while still talking to it. "Just because you're a door lock and are keeping me locked in here doesn't mean you get to be rude and call me names like that."
Robinson Mansion
Cornelius walked back into the living room after spending an hour in his and Franny's bedroom thinking by himself. He sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. He just sat there, with that annoying ringing sound in his ears because of the silence that surrounded him. The seconds that ticked by eventually turned into minutes. After about ten minutes of sitting, Cornelius felt a hand on his shoulder. He brought his face out of his hands and looked up to see his wife standing above him.
"Cornelius, Officer Levi and Officer Kim would like to speak to you in Wilbur's room," she said. Cornelius merely nodded and stood up. He walked down the hallway and entered his son's bedroom where Officer Levi and Officer Kim were sitting in a couple of his beanbag chairs. Cornelius walked over to them.
"You wanted to speak with me?" He said plainly.
"Yes. Your wife has told us that you doubt the recovery of your son. Why is this?"
"I do not doubt the recovery of Wilbur! I'm just…I don't know, so worried that I just said some stuff I probably shouldn't have said."
"Your wife told me that you hope we'll find Wilbur, not that you know we'll find him."
"Well yes, nobody can be sure that we'll find him."
"Well Officer Kim and I are sure that we'll find your son."
"How so?"
"Because…we already have."
I'm trying so hard to make longer chapters. It's just so hard…well for me it is. I'll try harder. I hope you're not too mad with a bunch of short chapters though.
Please review!
-Taylor
