" we can still find them ?" "right" I asked
" we really hope so sweetheart" my mother said soothingly.
My mother waited until my father woke up, then bundled him up and took him to the emergency room. My brother called the police, and waited for a response. I sat around and carefully picked out my outfit, and waited till tomorrow when I could see Bradin again. I got hungry so I found my way to the kitchen and ate leftovers from the fridge. I didn't care what I was eating as long as I was eating. I felt like being active , and my brother was waiting for the police, so I decided to go out. Tonight was the night, in light of recent events I wanted to be a detective to figure out what happened.
As a little kid I grew up reading Nancy Drew mystery novels. I always wanted to be just like her. Now was my chance. I threw a notebook and pencil into my backpack, and I found a flashlight. I also threw some tape, and a magnifying glass. I had everything I might need. Just to be on the safe side I tucked my cell phone into my pocket. I hurried off to find a warm sweatshirt and I was finally on my way.
The sun was just setting as I stepped over the threshold of my house. I looked down and noticed a small droplet of blood on the brick path. "maybe there's a trail?" I thought to myself. I turned on my flashlight and aimed it at the ground, and picked my way through the yard. Every few steps I'd find a drip and I'd mark down where it was in my notebook. When I got to the sidewalk the droplets stopped. This intrigued me even more. Was the mugger in a car somewhere?
I pulled out the magnifying glass and searched all over the street. All I came up with was a handful of red paint shavings. I had no idea what this would lead to. This just wasn't adding up, a mugger and my father and some red paint chips. Maybe the car that had the mugger in it was losing these paint flecks. Maybe I thought "there are more of these paint flecks to direct me where to go".
I noticed another few flecks a little down the road. I walked slowly down the street aiming my flashlight on the trail of paint flecks I had found. The flecks went on for blocks when finally they started to become less and less. I would stop every couple hundred yards and examine piles of flakes. Finally I noticed the turned a corner and stopped.
I crouched down to see which direction they had gone in. when I stood back up I was face to face with a red Toyota pickup truck with the paint falling off. This was the truck I'd been looking for.