Chapter 6: Let's go
"C'mon," said Jason running down the hallway. They reached the alley and Jason peeked out of the door of the stairway.
"Okay," everything's fine. It was midnight and they had to be careful. The gang was still running around looking for Ponyboy. They got into the car and Pony lied down in the back of the car.
As they drove off, Ponyboy asked,
"Where are we going?"
"To my buddy's house. He'll know what to do."
As Pony lied in the back, he thought about a couple of things. This is worse than last time. Most of the time, the fuzz would give you time to explain yourself. But this was a gang chasing after you. They wouldn't give you any time. He remembered what Johnny had told him the night he killed Bob. He said the socs ran after he stabbed the guy. The socs pretty much made it worse. Both socs and police after them. Well that was perfect!
The car came to a stop and Jason got out of the car. He looked around for a minute and told Ponyboy he could come out. Ponyboy got out and looked around. He saw a house and it looked pretty broke down. It was broke down with two shattered windows. Man. He had never seen anything this broke down back in his neighborhood. Whoever lived here must have been a serious greaser.
They walked up to the door and Jason knocked on the door in a pattern and repeated it. He then hit a different pattern. Pony saw someone's face look in the door window and the door opened. A black man opened the door. He had a nice haircut with a part on the side.
"What's up Jason?"
"We've got a problem, Wesley. The Heaters are after this guy right here for something he didn't do."
Wesley looked at the guy and asked,
"You're the guy they say killed one of the members."
"Yeah."
"Did you do it?"
"No."
Wesley looked around for a moment and said,
"Get inside. Hurry."
Jason and Ponyboy ran in and Wesley locked the door. Wesley pulled back the curtain on one of the good windows and looked out of it. Ponyboy leaned over to it and saw a car going down the street slowly.
Wesley turned around.
"They didn't see us. Kid. You're in some real deep crap. Do you know why they are called The Heaters?"
Ponyboy looked up. The answer was obvious.
"Because they carry around guns."
"Exactly. First thing we need to do is to find some information. Jason, can you run out and get some information on the guy? His name was Jerry."
Jerry. That reminded Ponyboy of the fat guy at the church fire.
"Yeah," said Jason getting up. "I'll be right back."
Jason ran out of the door and got into his car. Ponyboy could hear the sound of his car peeling off into the street. Wesley turned to Ponyboy.
"When he gets enough information, we can find out who killed the guy. That's the first thing. We'll catch him on tape or something. Then you can take it to the police and the Heaters should leave you alone."
Wesley then stared at him. Pony then yelled out,
"What!"
"I knew you looked familiar. You were on the news earlier. Man, your older brother is muscled up. They seemed worried about you."
"I know."
"I'll tell you what. You can just crash in the back. I can tell you look scared. I'll come and get you when Jason gets back. Watch TV or something."
Ponyboy got up and walked to the back. It was a small room with a high bed on it. He sat on the bed and cut on the TV. He didn't really pay attention though. He was real nervous.