School Drama
Chapter 12
(12:30pm at the Servant's Area at Tad's Residence)
Two figures sat together on a sofa. The third stood over them with a very serious look on their face.
"But who would do this?" Veronica despaired.
"That's what we'd like to know," Detective Gwen Rowan said seriously, "if you were found by the wrong people you'd be in jail now for possession and illegally intoxicating a minor with liquid x by way of deception."
"She didn't intoxicate me with anything," Timmy said defiantly.
"I know that," Detective Rowan said coldly.
Timmy looked at the detective warily. She was the typical tough female law enforcer. Scary.
"The room is being dusted for prints and your parents should be contacted by now," Detective Rowan stated, "so you can't think of anyone who'd do something like this?"
Timmy wracked his brain. Who'd drug him and Veronica into having sex and missing the tournament. The only thing that came back was the word 'sicko' over and over again.
"No," Timmy said, "no one we know could be this sadistic," he declared.
Veronica on the other hand had her suspicions. While she hoped no one she knew would do this, something told there this wasn't done by some crazed stranger.
"All I can say is that the last person we spoke to besides the mystery man in the limo was Tad," Veronica said and her voice more than hinted resentment.
"Veronica!" Timmy chastised her.
"Wait," Detective Rowan said, "Veronica, do you suspect Tad of doing this?"
Veronica squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn't on best terms with Tad, but this was a police matter. She didn't want him to get in trouble.
"She's just mad that he was hesitant about me spending time with her instead of going to the pre-victory party," Timmy cut in.
"I'm mad because he might've gotten some crazy to drug us!" Veronica exploded, "and before you defend him, who else know we weren't going to the party?" she demanded, "you only found out before we went in the limo, same time as Tad."
"That is suspicious," Detective Rowan said.
"You can't be serious!" Timmy cried, "you think he did this for a tennis match?"
"A tennis match and because of what happened to Trixie," Veronica said, "you don't know how tight they were Timmy," she told him, "the only reason he's not off comforting her is because of his popularity status," she added.
Timmy suddenly remembered how he left Tootie and Chester high and dry and felt awful.
"Kids," Detective Rowan said, "if this Tad is involved like you suspect," she said, "who would be his accomplice?"
Timmy and Veronica were stumped.
"Have either of you angered anyone recently?" Detective Rowan asked pointedly.
Timmy looked at Veronica.
"You really know how to get people worked up don't you?" Detective Rowan asked.
Veronica glared at Timmy.
Some boyfriend I have. - Veronica
"I guess you ran straight to Tootie and comforted her Mr. Perfect?" Veronica countered.
Timmy's lip became a thin line.
"Wait…you…you did something to Vicky's little sister?" Detective Rowan asked unsure if she heard right.
Timmy and Veronica looked at each other.
"Oh Crap!"
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(Meanwhile at the Tennis Tournament)
"Stop the match!"
Everyone in the stands on the court watched an official run wildly into view.
"What's the meaning of this?" a female contestant demanded.
"We just got word from the police," the official said, "this tournament's cancelled until further notice," he revealed.
"WHAT!" most of those present screamed.
There were immediate murmurs of protests from both players and spectators alike. A lot of them had traveled long distances or made some other sacrifice to be present.
Suddenly a group of police officers walked up.
"Excuse me," the official said, "but all contestants who've competed so far need to go with these men, their parents or guardians can come as well."
There was a hushed silence. A cancelled tournament was one thing. But the involvement of police was another.
Suddenly two teens ran from the stands.
"Sir," A.J. said to the official, "does this have something to do with Timmy's absence?"
"He can't tell you that," an officer said.
"You kinda did," Chad pointed out, "sorry," he added when the officer frowned.
"Are you here to help?" A.J. asked cuttingly.
"I'm no longer involved in this," the official said, "officers, goodbye," he said and walked off.
One of the officers sighed.
"Just let them come," one suggested, "your parent's here?"
"No, but you're not interrogating us," A.J. pointed out, "we're just requesting to check on someone, we don't need our parents permission for that," he added.
"Good point, come on," the officer agreed.
A.J. and Chad followed the officers with urgent strides.
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(6pm at Vicky's Residence)
"Am I to believe that Vicky's non-appearance is a coincidence?" Detective Rowan asked Mark.
"Believe what you want," Mark said, "my wife's no criminal, she's not dumb enough to send herself to jail."
"You mean not dumb enough to be caught," Detective Rowan countered.
"Hey," Mark said, "my whereabouts can be backed up," he said angrily, "you have nothing on me," he declared.
"Not yet," Detective Rowan said leaning in close.
"Lady, I've met scarier things than you in my sleep," Mark told her, "you, your badge, and every cop, S.W.A.T. member, and elite militia on this lowly planet wouldn't scare me."
"Tough talk," Detective Rowan said.
"I back it up," Mark responded.
"So jail won't scare you?" Detective Rowan asked.
"I'd beat up my cell mate just to spend an extra night," Mark said amused.
"You think jail is a joke?" Detective Rowan demanded.
"I think this planet is a joke," Mark said.
Everyone else in the room looked at Mark in shock.
"Then why are you here?" an officer asked.
"Vicky," Mark said simply.
Detective Rowan sighed. It was obvious they weren't getting anywhere. If he somehow contacted her despite them watching him non-stop, he wasn't going to tell them.
"Would you willing to come to the station for questioning?" Detective Rowan asked.
"No," Mark refused.
"Why is that?" Detective Rowan asked sarcastically.
"I'm waiting for Vicky to come home," Mark said simply but then he grinned wickedly.
Detective Rowan's eyes flared.
"What's wrong detective?" Mark asked innocently, "think I communicated with my wife somehow," he teased, "I'd love for you to figure it out, arrest me for helping a suspected criminal."
"You did something didn't you?" Detective Rowan asked darkly.
"I'd have to be an alien being," Mark said simply, "but since aliens don't exist…I guess I did nothing," he said leaning back in his chair.
"When I figure it out," Detective Rowan snarled, "I'll enjoy slapping my cuffs on you," she told him.
"Tut, tut detective," Mark said, "never show your opponent your temper."
"Your wife does," Detective Rowan countered.
"But she's so beautiful when she does it," Mark said with bright eyes, "you've never seen such anger since ancient wars," he said, "you'd never understand, your anger's what my kind would call microscopic," he added.
Detective Rowan jumped for him but was held back by several officers.
"He's baiting you Rowan, don't take it!"
"I want to kill him!" Detective Rowan raged.
"And my wife wouldn't drug anybody like this," Mark added, "if I were you I'd check some of Tootie's school friends instead of bothering short tempered redheads."
Detective Rowan froze. After regaining her composure she decided to ask Mark one question.
"Do you have anyone in mind?" Detective Rowan asked.
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Chapter Completed
Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I really appreciated it. Those who find the chapter too short, sorry but I'm not making the chapters all that long. I'll try to sometimes but some are still going to be like this. Please read and review.
