Hey well I hoped you liked the last chapter everyone!! I'm trying hard on
my first fanfic. I added little part that wasn't in the movie to this also
in this chapter (tho it was in the book kinda)! This chapter is a little
bit longer than the last one too!
...taking action...
** Mort stumbled back and fell to the ground. Lydia, who almost fell over him, turned around quickly covering her mouth, trying not to vomit. The site that lay before them was horrific. Chico. DEAD Chico. A screwdriver had been driven through his poor head, keeping him nailed to the top of the garbage can. The site was extremely horrific even to look at for one second. Lydia looked over her shoulder to confirm what she saw. Almost instantly she bent over and vomited, while Mort yelled something unobtainable to her at the moment. She gripped her stomach and leaned against the side of the house...away from the dead dog.
"What in the world is going on?" she demanded at Mort who was looking quite upset. He quickly explained the situation about the two stories and how Shooter claimed Mort stole it from him. They walked inside and sat down at the kitchen table. "So that's what that manuscript was about," Lydia said with a sigh. "I was beginning to wonder..."
"Wait a minute," Mort stood up, "You READ that?" He looked at her with a confused look.
"Yeah, I saw it lying on your desk upstairs while you were on your walk, and I read through it," Lydia said quickly. She was beginning to get another sick feeling in her stomach.
"Why would you go through my things?" Mort asked. Lydia started to answer but he interrupted, "It doesn't matter," he said shaking his head, "What's important now is that we go to the police. In the morning...after we burry Chico." He had a sad look in his eyes, one that had pity and anger all in one.
"Ok..." Lyddie said a little unsure, "I'm going to go to bed then. I feel sick."
They bid each other good night and went upstairs. It was hard for her to get to sleep that night. But she needed to because she was in for another long day.
7 A.M-The next day
They were both up early. Lyddie quickly showered and ate a small breakfast. She still felt a bit sick from the events of the night before. She and Mort then went outside and buried Chico under the dirt patch in the yard.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Lyddie said apologetically.
"Don't be," Mort replied staring at the patch of dirt.
They stood in silence for a moment before going to Mort's car. They were going into town today to talk to the sheriff about Shooter. If there was any hope, someone else would have seen Shooter, making it easier to catch him.
They stopped at a gas station not far from town. Mort got out as a boy filled his car with gas. Mort made his way over to a pay-phone. Lyddie sat in the car listening to the radio. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect today, and didn't know if she was entirely prepared for it. Mort got back in the car. He paid the boy for filling up his car.
"Um...Mr. Rainey?" the boy asked quietly.
"Yep?" Mort replied putting his wallet away.
"Can I have your autograph? I've read all your books!" he said holding out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Of course," Mort replied with a tiny smile, "Always glad to meet a fan." He quickly signed the paper, waved good-bye and drove off. Amy never liked fans asking for autographs. At least that's what Mort had always thought. Whenever anyone would ask she acted impatient while she waited for him to finish. Mort never minded his fans. After all, he WAS a writer.
They drove on in silence. Both of them had things on their minds. Lydia starred out the window. Her face was expressionless. Mort, on the other hand, kept sighing and fidgeting.
Finally, they reached the town of Tashmore Lake. Mort parked near the police department. "You coming?" he asked when he saw Lyddie wasn't moving.
"Oh...yeah," Lydia replied finally realizing they had stopped.
Together, they walked into the sheriff's office.
Mort and the sheriff talked while Lydia looked around.
"He killed Chico?" she heard him ask suddenly. He sounded quite surprised. Lyddie walked over and stood behind Mort.
"Yeah and..." Mort began.
But the sheriff interrupted, "You know killing a dog isn't really like killing a person. I don't even know if it's a crime."
Mort stopped, "It's gotta be—What about destruction of private property?"
"Or animal cruelty?" Lyddie chimed in.
"Yes I suppose you're right," the sheriff said while sitting down.
"So anyway," Mort started putting a piece of paper on the desk, "I have a detailed description of Shooter and I..."
"Needlepoint...Doc says it's good for the arthritis," the sheriff said while starting on his needlepoint. "I must seem like a pretty intimidating law enforcement person."
"Ok...can we please try to focus?" Mort asked irritated.
"Ok..." the sheriff said, "First, I'm going to need a detailed description of the man."
"Never mind," Mort said, "Come on Lyddie." Mort stood up to leave with Lyddie trailing behind him.
Outside Mort was looking rather frustrated. He got in his car and slammed the door. Lyddie calmly shut the passenger door.
"Well HE has A.D.D," Lyddie said with a sigh.
"He's old," Mort replied, "We're going to have to go into New York City since he was no help."
An hour or so later they pulled into a busy parking lot of a tall office building. Lyddie starred up at it for a moment and then opened the door and followed Mort inside. They rode the elevator up five floors. After they stepped out of the elevator, they walked down the hall to a door that had "Private Investigative Office" printed on it.
Mort went inside and checked in with the secretary. She sent him back to an office near the rear of the hallway. Mort thanked her and walked into the office. "Hello Ken. I have something I need to discuss with you," Mort said politely. Lydia slipped in after Mort and sat down in a chair in the corner.
Mort quickly explained the situation he was in. "So...Did you really steal it?" Ken asked.
** Yay! Another chapter complete for your reading enjoyment!! Please review!! It makes me oh so happy and encourages me to sit here and write some more! Here is a quick reply to my reviewers!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover-You're such a big help! Thanks so much!
Angela Starr- I'm glad you like the idea. I usually never have good ideas like this! LoL
Dawnie-7- I know I loved Chico too. He was such a cool dog!
I'm hard at work on the next chapter!! Review if you like it and want lots more!!
...taking action...
** Mort stumbled back and fell to the ground. Lydia, who almost fell over him, turned around quickly covering her mouth, trying not to vomit. The site that lay before them was horrific. Chico. DEAD Chico. A screwdriver had been driven through his poor head, keeping him nailed to the top of the garbage can. The site was extremely horrific even to look at for one second. Lydia looked over her shoulder to confirm what she saw. Almost instantly she bent over and vomited, while Mort yelled something unobtainable to her at the moment. She gripped her stomach and leaned against the side of the house...away from the dead dog.
"What in the world is going on?" she demanded at Mort who was looking quite upset. He quickly explained the situation about the two stories and how Shooter claimed Mort stole it from him. They walked inside and sat down at the kitchen table. "So that's what that manuscript was about," Lydia said with a sigh. "I was beginning to wonder..."
"Wait a minute," Mort stood up, "You READ that?" He looked at her with a confused look.
"Yeah, I saw it lying on your desk upstairs while you were on your walk, and I read through it," Lydia said quickly. She was beginning to get another sick feeling in her stomach.
"Why would you go through my things?" Mort asked. Lydia started to answer but he interrupted, "It doesn't matter," he said shaking his head, "What's important now is that we go to the police. In the morning...after we burry Chico." He had a sad look in his eyes, one that had pity and anger all in one.
"Ok..." Lyddie said a little unsure, "I'm going to go to bed then. I feel sick."
They bid each other good night and went upstairs. It was hard for her to get to sleep that night. But she needed to because she was in for another long day.
7 A.M-The next day
They were both up early. Lyddie quickly showered and ate a small breakfast. She still felt a bit sick from the events of the night before. She and Mort then went outside and buried Chico under the dirt patch in the yard.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Lyddie said apologetically.
"Don't be," Mort replied staring at the patch of dirt.
They stood in silence for a moment before going to Mort's car. They were going into town today to talk to the sheriff about Shooter. If there was any hope, someone else would have seen Shooter, making it easier to catch him.
They stopped at a gas station not far from town. Mort got out as a boy filled his car with gas. Mort made his way over to a pay-phone. Lyddie sat in the car listening to the radio. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect today, and didn't know if she was entirely prepared for it. Mort got back in the car. He paid the boy for filling up his car.
"Um...Mr. Rainey?" the boy asked quietly.
"Yep?" Mort replied putting his wallet away.
"Can I have your autograph? I've read all your books!" he said holding out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Of course," Mort replied with a tiny smile, "Always glad to meet a fan." He quickly signed the paper, waved good-bye and drove off. Amy never liked fans asking for autographs. At least that's what Mort had always thought. Whenever anyone would ask she acted impatient while she waited for him to finish. Mort never minded his fans. After all, he WAS a writer.
They drove on in silence. Both of them had things on their minds. Lydia starred out the window. Her face was expressionless. Mort, on the other hand, kept sighing and fidgeting.
Finally, they reached the town of Tashmore Lake. Mort parked near the police department. "You coming?" he asked when he saw Lyddie wasn't moving.
"Oh...yeah," Lydia replied finally realizing they had stopped.
Together, they walked into the sheriff's office.
Mort and the sheriff talked while Lydia looked around.
"He killed Chico?" she heard him ask suddenly. He sounded quite surprised. Lyddie walked over and stood behind Mort.
"Yeah and..." Mort began.
But the sheriff interrupted, "You know killing a dog isn't really like killing a person. I don't even know if it's a crime."
Mort stopped, "It's gotta be—What about destruction of private property?"
"Or animal cruelty?" Lyddie chimed in.
"Yes I suppose you're right," the sheriff said while sitting down.
"So anyway," Mort started putting a piece of paper on the desk, "I have a detailed description of Shooter and I..."
"Needlepoint...Doc says it's good for the arthritis," the sheriff said while starting on his needlepoint. "I must seem like a pretty intimidating law enforcement person."
"Ok...can we please try to focus?" Mort asked irritated.
"Ok..." the sheriff said, "First, I'm going to need a detailed description of the man."
"Never mind," Mort said, "Come on Lyddie." Mort stood up to leave with Lyddie trailing behind him.
Outside Mort was looking rather frustrated. He got in his car and slammed the door. Lyddie calmly shut the passenger door.
"Well HE has A.D.D," Lyddie said with a sigh.
"He's old," Mort replied, "We're going to have to go into New York City since he was no help."
An hour or so later they pulled into a busy parking lot of a tall office building. Lyddie starred up at it for a moment and then opened the door and followed Mort inside. They rode the elevator up five floors. After they stepped out of the elevator, they walked down the hall to a door that had "Private Investigative Office" printed on it.
Mort went inside and checked in with the secretary. She sent him back to an office near the rear of the hallway. Mort thanked her and walked into the office. "Hello Ken. I have something I need to discuss with you," Mort said politely. Lydia slipped in after Mort and sat down in a chair in the corner.
Mort quickly explained the situation he was in. "So...Did you really steal it?" Ken asked.
** Yay! Another chapter complete for your reading enjoyment!! Please review!! It makes me oh so happy and encourages me to sit here and write some more! Here is a quick reply to my reviewers!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover-You're such a big help! Thanks so much!
Angela Starr- I'm glad you like the idea. I usually never have good ideas like this! LoL
Dawnie-7- I know I loved Chico too. He was such a cool dog!
I'm hard at work on the next chapter!! Review if you like it and want lots more!!