CHAPTER FOUR
Scott was awoken with a start, a policeman standing over the bench where he had been sleeping. A flashlight was shining in his eyes.
"What's your name son?" The officer asked.
"Scott Barringer." He sat up and was reminded of the pain of that morning's incident. He couldn't remember exactly how he had gotten to the park, but he knew that he wanted to get away from that cop. "Sorry officer. I must have dozed off."
"What are you doing out so late?" When Scott couldn't answer, the cop grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "I think I'll take you down to the station and find out your story." He shoved Scott in the direction of the squad car. "Let's go."
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It was very late when Peter's phone rang at Horizon. He was groggy as he picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Peter?"
Peter recognized Scott's voice immediately. "Scott, what's wrong?"
"Uh, Peter, I need you to pick me up."
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I just need to come back. Can you pick me up?"
"Sure Scott." Peter's mind was racing. "Are you at your uncle's?"
Scott was silent.
"Scott?" Peter asked again. "Where are you?"
He heard a sigh on the other end of the line. Finally Scott spoke up. "I'm in jail Peter. I've been arrested."
"I'll be right there." Peter hung up the phone. He needed to get to Scott as soon as possible. His mind was full of ideas as to what could have happened.