Chapter Four
"Oh my goodness, it's him, it's really him!" The policeman looked as if he could jump for joy as I told him about Pierre. Of course, he was English, but we had a little trouble before I said I couldn't speak French.
"Well done little girl, we've searched everywhere for him. Where was he?" They talked about Pierre as if he was a mere object.
"He was in my garage" I told them, Pierre constantly tugging at the long strands of my hair as if it was to be a secret.
"Well, we would have never searched in there, congratulations. Well, I guess I should be giving you your 2,000,ooo Euro reward, eh?"
"No, don't worry. I wasn't even looking for him, just stumbled across him."
"Well, can I at least take you name missy? I'm sure Mrs Parrousski will be very grateful."
"Well, okay. My name is Caty, Caty Gasco."
As he scribbled my name down I knelt down to say goodbye to Pierre. Instead, I found myself asking
"So Pierre, why did you run away in the first place?"
He shuffled on his feet.
"Well?" I insisted.
"Because, um, because teddy wanted to."
I knew it was an excuse but I smiled anyhow. He hugged me and teddy hugged me too, well, Pierre forced teddy to hug me. I stood up and headed toward the door.
"Thanks again Miss, you've been a great help" the officer smiled at me.
"My pleasure. Bye Pierre, bye teddy. See you soon."
As I walked down the street a looked back at the shop. A long limousine had pulled up outside the police station. As I looked closer I could see Pierre kneeling on a chair at the station window, waving. I waved back, feeling tears come to my eyes. I would kinda miss the stubborn little kid; he was cool. I waved one last time and turned on my heel, racing toward home. Mom was gonna kill me if I was late.
