Burned Bridges Chapter 11

"Er Hast ein Frage"

Randy's POV

It's been two days now since my talk with Mark. Mom and dad haven't seemed to notice anything different in Mark's behavior toward me, which is probably because there hasn't been.

Right now we (mom, dad, Brad, obviously Mark, and me) are sitting in Mark's hospital room and for the most part just being quiet. I think I'm the reason for the silence. Whenever I leave to use the restroom (a different one than before obviously) or get a drink of water, et cetera, I can hear the three of them talking when I'm standing outside the door. As soon as I open the door, all the chattering ceases. That's fine. I told him I wanted a challenge.

There's a knock at the door that interrupts the glaring silence. I begin shifting uncomfortably in my chair as dad gets up to answer it. I reseat myself when I see it's only a nurse coming in to take Mark's vitals.

After the nurse leaves, dad asks me to come with him to get a soda. I don't put up a fight for two reasons: One, I'm getting tired of setting, and two, I figure dad wants to do more than get a soda.

'Randy, what's going on with you and Mark?' dad asks when we get to the soda machine.

'The same thing that's been going on for six years' I answer.

'No, there's definitely some kind of tension between you and your brother. Your mom and I both have noticed. Does this have anything to do with that talk you two had a couple days ago?' he asks.

Before I get the chance to lie, someone comes up and taps me on the shoulder. I turn around, and almost drop the soda I'm holding.

'Randy Taylor?' asks Chief Johnson.

'Yeah…' I say hesitantly.

'We need to ask you some more questions about what happened the other day' he says.

'Do we have to do it right now?' I ask.

'Can you think of a better time? Now listen, you can come with us voluntarily, or we can cuff you and haul you down to the precinct' the chief says.

'Okay, I'll go with you' I say, swallowing hard.

'Before you two leave, may I ask what's going on?' dad asks.

'We believe your son has some information about the fire the other day he didn't give us when we spoke with him the other day' Chief Johnson says.

'I'll be fine dad, just go back to the room and let everyone know where I am' I say.

'Randy, I don't want you going down there by yourself. I really think someone should be there with you. Let me go back and tell your mom. We'll think of something. You two can come with us' dad says, addressing the last part to Chief Johnson. We walk back to the room, and dad goes in to explain what's happening. He comes back out, and tells me that he'll go with me.

Down at the Precinct

Randy's POV

'Mr. Taylor, we have the prints from the blue lighter believed to have started the fire in the restroom the other day back. Judging by the look on your face, it seems to me that you know who those prints belong to. Is there anything you'd like to say or admit to?' a police officer asks in the interrogation room.

'I hate to sound like a broken record, but I think he should get a lawyer in here before talking to you all about anything' dad says.

'I have to advise you, as soon as we call for a lawyer, things start to get serious. Are you sure this is what you want to do?' asks the police officer's partner.

'No' I say.

'Yes' dad says at the same time.

'Dad, I don't think we really need to get a lawyer involved at this point. Just let me say what I know, and I think that maybe some things will get a little clearer' I object.

'Okay. We're all ears' the first officer says.

A/N: Traurig, jeder muss warten bis nächste Zeit, herauszufinden, was Randy sagen muss.

Übrigens habe ich keine Idee, wie lang es nehmen würde, Fingerabdrückeergebnisse hinter zu erhalten, aber wir werden sagen, dass es zwei Tage für diese Geschichte ist.

Bitte Vorlesung und Nachprüfung, obwohl ich bin sicher niemand dadraußen dies verstehen kann.

Dank für Lesen.

-Ihres wahrheitsgemäß, Randy Taylor