Y'all are getting excited, eh?
Chapter 8: Catching the Suspect
The car stopped outside of the bar. It was dusk when they finally reached the place. Jason reached into the glove box and pulled out a tape recorder.
"We're gonna catch this guy," he said smiling.
They walked in and Wesley nodded to the guy at the bar.
"Are any plain-clothed cops gonna catch us?" asked Ponyboy.
"Nope," started Wesley. "They let me in no with other people. They just won't sell any beer to you guys."
"Why do you get it."
"Cause I have a fake I.D."
Ponyboy rolled his eyes. Everyone used those for something he thought.
Wesley went and asked the bartender,
"Do you know who Harris is?"
"Yeah, he right there walking out of the poolroom."
Pony looked over and saw a man walking out. He had on a leather jacket and a thick mustache. He kind of looked like a mob boss.
He went and sat down at the bar and ordered a double shot. "Let me do all the talking," said Wesley. The three went to sit next to him.
"Hey, are you Harris?"
Harris turned around.
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"I heard you're pretty tough."
Wesley just kept talking and getting to know the guy. Pretty soon they were laughing about stuff. Ponyboy was getting pretty impatient. He wanted to prove his innocence as soon as possible. Harris then asked them to come to a private room with them. While walking across the place, Wesley whispered back to Jason,
"Get ready. You guys can say something, but not much."
They walked into a room with just a couple of couches in it. They all sat down and Harris started his sentence.
"Let me tell you guys something. I killed someone, and not being blamed for it."
"Really?" said Ponyboy acting to be interested.
"Yup," said Harris. He held up a bottle. "Want a shot?"
"I'll take one," said Wesley reaching out for the beer. "What exactly happened."
Harris smiled. Ponyboy cut his eye towards Jason and saw his finger hit the record button. Good.
"It must have been a good murder Harris."
"Well, I met this guy over some money problems in the alley behind us. We had a couple of words, and I shot the guy. Man, plus I heard that some kid was framed for it. I didn't see the news report, but I'm glad I got away clean-"
He stopped and looked at Jason. Then Ponyboy and Wesley looked at Jason. Jason looked down at his pocket and the tape recorder was sliding out of his jacket pocket. It slid all the way out and hit the ground. The tape was still rolling.
Harris looked up at them all.
"You guys were gonna snitch on me!"
Jason grabbed the recorder and darted out of the door as Pony and Wesley followed. They ran through the bar jumped over tables. Harris tried to grab Wesley but Wesley grabbed some bum's beer and smashed it over Harris' head. They all ran outside and a weight fell on top of Jason. He grabbed his jacket and searched through it before Wesley came and pushed him off of Jason.
"Where's the tape!" yelled Harris. There was a blood mark on his forehead from the beer bottle. Wesley looked at Jason and he winked. Wesley looked down the street and saw Ponyboy running.