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Chapter 4: No More Running
"Well, seriously, couldn't you have kept a better lookout on the boy?"
"You try staying focus after being awake for over 16 hours and we'll see how you do..." replied Nick irritably.
Brass, Nick and Warrick were in the detective's Taurus, on their way to the address found on the paper Jake had left behind. Brass was at the wheel.
Warrick, who had just made that last comment, sank back in his seat, with a small smile.
Brass asked,"So, apart from running away with your water and asprin, the kid done anything else?"
Nick replied a little angrily,"Yeah... he nicked, no pun intended, me of about 200 dollars..."
Warrick said,"Ouch. You think he ran off to this address?"
Nick nodded,"If he's not, at least we can question the occupant about him, right?" Warrick gave a nod.
Soon, Brass pulled up in front of an old worn down one-storey house. The sounds of civilisation from the Thomas and Mack Center sounded really far away.
The lawn was glistening a pale shade of yellow and the house itself was completely woe-be-gone. Cracked window panes, paint peeling off the walls, some wood panels chewed off by termites and the entire structure looks like it was going to collapse very soon.
Warrick let out a low whistle,"Homey..."
Nick smirked,"Yeah, looks like your crib, War!"
"Cut it out fellows. You do know that Sheriff Mobley is not permitting this case for overtime right?" interrupted Brass.
"Sure... but Jake is the main key in solving this case. I think you'll find that important, right Captain?" said Nick.
Warrick said,"Sara strucked out on the footprints. Too messed up,"
Brass muttered,"Let's just make this quick, OK?"
There was another car parked on the lawn, presumely a visitor. Nick frowned.
Warrick looked at him and asked,"What?"
Nick muttered,"This car looks familiar somehow..."
They walked up to the front door and Brass knocked twice, yelling, "Las Vegas Police! Open up!"
There was an eerie silence, then, suddenly a certain word was muttered loudly that made Brass shoot a look at the two crimminalists.
Then, they heard some frantic scrambling around. Brass pulled out his gun, nodding to the other two, indicating they should do the same.
With that, Brass yanked at the door knob, which turned out to be unlocked. Inside, there was Jake and two others.
One looked like a minor, like Jake, while the other looks like an adult, a dealer, maybe? The dark room smelt of alchohol and cocaine.
There was still a used balloon in Jake's hand. The three of them started running unsteadily in different directions.
Brass raced after the adult while Warrick went after the other teen. Nick ran after Jake.
Fortunatly for the detective and crimminalists, the three suspects didn't even manage to cover a distance of five feet since they were too high on coke.
One by one, they were caught. Nick had tackled a struggling Jake to the ground while yelling, "NO MORE RUNNING!" in an angry tone.
For some reason, the words made an effect and Jake stopped struggling.
Brass, who had already handcuffed the other two, came up with a third pair of cuffs and put them on Jake. Brass gave Nick a small satisfied smaile and said,"Let's go."
TBC
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