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Previously: Stuff happened! If you haven't read the previous chapters, I suggest you do so.
Note: I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing! I thought no one was reading them, but now I do know people are reading them!
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"Well hello."
That voice sent a chill down his spine. It was Ben's mother. The guard opened the cell door and closed it behind her. She just stood there, eyeing down her prey.
"Can I help you with something?" Dave asked sarcastically.
"I'd like to know where my little boy is." She responded coldly.
"So you can beat him again?"
The mother's face grew with fury but she didn't move. Dave could see the fire in her eyes yet he was empowered.
"Guard!" Dave shouted. After a minute the guard come and looked at Dave.
"What?"
"I believe Mrs. Peterson would like to leave." Dave said with a smirk on his face.
The cell door clinked open and she walked out after a moment of hesitation. He lied back down and waited for nothing unparticular. He must have drifted off because he was awakened by the guard telling him to wake up. The police wanted to talk to him. Dave was led down a long hall and into an interrogation room with a big one-way mirror. 'Don't say anything.' Dave thought. He'd seen too many episodes of CSI and NYPD Blue to know not to say anything. Two people walked in wearing suits, a man and a woman. They both had badges clipped to the front of their pants. The woman sat down opposite of Dave while her partner stayed back and observed.
"I want my lawyer." Dave said immediately.
The female tried to ask a question but her partner interrupted her.
"He's asked for consult, we can't ask anything."
Obviously, she was pissed she didn't get to 'crack down this child kidnapper.' Both of the officers left the room and left Dave by himself. 'They probably thought you killed Ben or molested him or something.' Dave thought. After about five minutes, Dave was taken to the jail desk.
"You got one phone call."
"Do I have bail?"
"Yeah, $5,000."
Dave pondered who he should call. Then he thought of the one person who'd have the money. He called He called Carter.
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Yeah, I know it's short and crappy so live with it.
Previously: Stuff happened! If you haven't read the previous chapters, I suggest you do so.
Note: I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing! I thought no one was reading them, but now I do know people are reading them!
--
"Well hello."
That voice sent a chill down his spine. It was Ben's mother. The guard opened the cell door and closed it behind her. She just stood there, eyeing down her prey.
"Can I help you with something?" Dave asked sarcastically.
"I'd like to know where my little boy is." She responded coldly.
"So you can beat him again?"
The mother's face grew with fury but she didn't move. Dave could see the fire in her eyes yet he was empowered.
"Guard!" Dave shouted. After a minute the guard come and looked at Dave.
"What?"
"I believe Mrs. Peterson would like to leave." Dave said with a smirk on his face.
The cell door clinked open and she walked out after a moment of hesitation. He lied back down and waited for nothing unparticular. He must have drifted off because he was awakened by the guard telling him to wake up. The police wanted to talk to him. Dave was led down a long hall and into an interrogation room with a big one-way mirror. 'Don't say anything.' Dave thought. He'd seen too many episodes of CSI and NYPD Blue to know not to say anything. Two people walked in wearing suits, a man and a woman. They both had badges clipped to the front of their pants. The woman sat down opposite of Dave while her partner stayed back and observed.
"I want my lawyer." Dave said immediately.
The female tried to ask a question but her partner interrupted her.
"He's asked for consult, we can't ask anything."
Obviously, she was pissed she didn't get to 'crack down this child kidnapper.' Both of the officers left the room and left Dave by himself. 'They probably thought you killed Ben or molested him or something.' Dave thought. After about five minutes, Dave was taken to the jail desk.
"You got one phone call."
"Do I have bail?"
"Yeah, $5,000."
Dave pondered who he should call. Then he thought of the one person who'd have the money. He called He called Carter.
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Yeah, I know it's short and crappy so live with it.