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Ninety

Wally traveled a few more miles down the road before spotting a gas station. He glanced at his fuel gage as he stepped out of his car. There was no doubt about it; he was riding on fumes. He sighed. How much gas can he get for 78 cents? he wondered, as he limped over to the self-serve gas pump.

Wally glanced around and spotted a pay phone outside the attendant's office. A quick look at his watch told him he was already 45 minutes late. What must Kali think? he wondered. For someone who had the gift of speed, he couldn't believe the difficulty he had in getting to Kali on time. Sure… he reasoned, there were extenuating circumstances that most guys don't run into, like being kidnapped, but nevertheless, the fact was that he was late… again. At least I can phone her this time, he reasoned.

"Seventy-eight cents?" the attendant asked sarcastically, looking up at Wally.

"Yeah, I'm on a strict budget," Wally retorted, resenting the question and feeling embarrassed at the same time. "And the price of your gasoline doesn't help any!" he added, dropping the change onto the counter.

"Listen, buddy, I only work here, I don't set the prices," the attendant grumbled sweeping the change into his hand and putting it into the cash register.

"Don't move."

The words were spoken quietly, but firmly. Wally felt something hard pressed firmly against his back.

"I have a gun. Put your hands on the counter and do what I say," the voice whispered.

"You can go now," the attendant commented to Wally, not noticing anyone behind him.

Wally remained still. He was at a distinct disadvantage dressed as Wally and in full view of the attendant. He decided to wait before making his move.

"Tell the attendant to give you all the money!" the voice insisted, pressing the gun deeper into his back.

"Give me all your money," Wally repeated to the attendant.

"Or what?" the attendant commented sarcastically.

Apparently, the gunman behind him was shorter and smaller than Wally and well hidden.

"This isn't going to work!" Wally hissed at the man behind him.

"Of course not!" the annoyed attendant said, turning his back on Wally.

Just as the attendant looked away, Wally spun around and grabbed the gun from the man behind him.

A young teenaged boy stood before him bewildered, "Wha…?"

"Call the cops," Wally instructed the shocked attendant.

"I'm sorry… I didn't see anyone…" the attendant apologized, dialing the phone beside him.

"You! Sit on the ground!" Wally ordered. He was in no mood to chase after this boy.

The teen obediently sat on the ground, staring at the gun Wally held in his hand.

"They're on their way," the attendant said reassuringly.

"Good," Wally answered, keeping his eyes on the teen.

Moments later, a police car arrived and an officer jumped out of his patrol car. Spotting Wally with the gun, he yelled "Hold it right there, buddy! Put the gun down!"

"I'm not the…" Wally began.

"You heard me!" the officer warned.

Wally carefully put the gun on the ground and put his hands up, to show the officer he was unarmed.

"It's okay officer," the attendant interrupted.

"I'll see about that," the officer answered, coming closer and eyeing Wally suspiciously.

Oh-no! Wally groaned and rolled his eyes. Officer Randall again? How is it possible to run into the same police officer three times in one night? he thought.

"You?" the officer asked in disbelief."

"Officer the kid here…" Wally began.

"Aren't you the guy I stopped earlier for drunk driving?" the officer asked, ignoring the others.

"I was not drunk," Wally stated flatly.

"I'm gonna need to see some identification," the officer stated, jotting some notes down.

Wally sighed. Here we go again, he thought.

Ninety-one

"Kali…"

Kali heard Margo calling from downstairs.

"Kali! Wally's on the phone!"

Kali wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked at the clock beside her bed. 9:45 p.m. it announced. She was still dressed, with Wally's picture in hand, as she slid off the bed and bounded down the stairs.

"Hello?" she said, taking the phone from Margo.

"Kali. I'm so sorry," came Wally's melancholy voice through the receiver.

"What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?" Kali asked, firing one question after the other.

"I'm at the Police Station. I'm okay. I'd rather not talk about it over the phone. I need to talk to Marty about getting a ride to my car, but first I want to tell you how sorry I am about missing our date. I can't begin to tell you what I've been through tonight. Just know that… I love you Kali girl. You mean the world to me and… I am soooo sorry to ruin your evening."

Wally sounded genuine. "I understand Wally. I still want to see you though. I'll come with Marty to pick you up," she replied, sadly. At least he was okay, she reasoned handing the phone to Marty.

"What'd you do now?" Marty joked.

"Marty…" Wally sighed. "Just come get me, okay?"

"Okay, Wally. I'm on my way," Marty answered before hanging up the phone.

"What happened?" Margo asked curiously.

"Don't know. He won't say, so it must be pretty humiliating," Marty concluded. "I'd better go alone." he added.

"Oh-no. I've been waiting all night; there is no way I'm sitting around here waiting a minute longer!" Kali demanded.

"Kali…" Marty started.

"Forget it, Marty. You won't change her mind. Let's go," Margo interrupted.

Ninety-two

"Come-on kid, give it up. You might as well come clean now. We've already got the goods on you," Sergeant Stetson said calmly.

"I did nothing wrong," the kid insisted.

"Okay, tell me your story," the Sergeant replied evenly, leaning back into his seat behind the desk.

"I have nothing to say. I plead the Fifth."

"If you did nothing wrong, you don't need the Fifth Amendment," the Sergeant shot back. "So, what exactly happened at the gas station this evening?"

"I want a lawyer."

"Sounds to me that you're not all that innocent if you need a lawyer," the officer insisted. "The law doesn't take too kindly to those who obstruct justice."

"Obstruct justice? Listen, I just don't want to get involved. That guy had a gun! He could have shot me. My life was in danger. I refuse to get involved," the boy said, confidently folding his arms across his chest.

"Listen kid, whether you like it or not, you are involved. You were at the scene of the crime. That puts you right smack dab in the middle of it. Either you spill what you know, or you face what comes your way. It's up to you. Think about it." Sergeant Stetson rose from his seat and left the boy alone in the locked room. He knew a kid like that would crack.

Sergeant Stetson spotted Wally in the waiting area. "Wally, how are you? How in the world did you get in the middle of this?" the Sergeant asked, putting his arm around Wally.

"Just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Wally answered shaking his head. "What did the kid say?"

"The kid won't say anything. I know he did it. We're running tests on the gun. The kid fits the description of one of the robbers from the Florist shop hold-up earlier tonight. It seems our friend Flash was there. That guy's is amazing."

"What's with this Officer Randall?" Wally asked. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here in the first place."

"He's new and trying to make a good impression on the others. He says he stopped you for 'drunk driving' earlier today. He also claims you were driving without a license, your car was at the scene of a robbery, AND he caught you red-handed at the gas station hold-up," the Sergeant replied, smiling knowingly. "I don't suppose you want to tell me how a Police mechanic who willingly puts his life in danger to help bring down a major drug ring in Central City came to be accused of robbing a small florist shop and gas station?"

Wally rolled his eyes.

"Randall claims that you were drunk and refused to give proper identification when asked. He insists your car was at the Florist shop and later you were caught at the gas station with a gun in your hand. I know he's an ambitious fellow, but what exactly happened?"

"I was not… EVER drunk, under the influence or otherwise inebriated at any time this evening. I twisted my ankle earlier today, my wallet was stolen, and when I stopped to buy gas, the 'would be' robber stuck a gun in my back. Didn't anyone talk to the gas station attendant or the Florist shop owner?" Wally asked annoyed.

"Sergeant?" an officer called out, approaching Wally and Stetson.

"Excuse me," the sergeant said politely as he left the area with the officer.

Wally stood up and stretched. He noticed for the first time that his ankle had stopped throbbing. He sat down and lifted up his pant's leg to inspect his ankle. To his surprise it was not swollen or red. At least his healing abilities were back to normal, he thought.

"Wally!" Kali called, as she raced up to him and threw her arms around his neck.

Wally hugged her back, and not wanting to let her go, gave her a deep kiss.

"A-hem," Marty cleared his throat, interrupting Wally and Kali's intimate moment.

Wally looked up at Marty and Margo as Wally and Kali reluctantly separated.

"Ummm Wally? Can I see you a moment?" The sergeant asked. Unbeknownst to Wally, the sergeant had reappeared during his passionate kiss with Kali, and Marty had tried to warn him.

Wally nodded his thanks to Marty.

"Get a confession yet?" Wally asked presumptuously.

"Here's your wallet," the sergeant handed Wally his wallet. "Randall found it under the driver's seat of your car. It must have slipped there without your knowing it."

Wally took the wallet, "Thanks Sergeant."

"Thought you'd like to know… the bullet from the florist shop robbery matched the gun from the gas station hold-up. Also, the florist shop owner confirms that the robbers were two teens, one of which matches the description of the boy we have here. We're taking a photo down to the hospital to show it to him and confirm the boy's involvement in the robbery," Stetson explained.

"What about the gas station hold-up?" Wally asked.

"The attendant says he didn't see the boy until you had the gun. He never saw the kid with the gun and can't testify that the boy forced you to rob the station. Frankly, it is a matter of your word against the boy's. Randall insists that you are involved in both robberies because your car was at the florist shop when you were nowhere to be found. Can you answer that?"

"I am not a criminal. Having a car parked at the scene of a crime is not a crime. I was going to buy flowers at the shop, but when I remembered I had no cash to buy anything, I left. Isn't the fact that the shop owner cleared me enough?"

"Wally, Randall's theory is that you were the 'get away' driver for the two teens."

"If that is the case, then why would I leave the car at the scene of the crime?" Wally asked, wondering why he had to defend himself against an incompetent officer.

"He suggests that you and the boys took off on foot."

"Why run away if there was a car?" Wally suggested.

"Exactly. But it would help if we knew where you were," Stetson explained.

"I was looking for a pay phone. My car was riding on fumes and I needed to call for help," Wally explained, doing his best to stick to the truth without revealing the connection between himself and Flash.

"Listen Wally, Randall found your wallet in the car, he thinks you are lying. He has suggested that you are in an excellent position to avoid capture by working for the Police. I honestly think he's got it all wrong, but I've got to cover all the angles. I hope you understand," Stetson explained.

"What about the gas station hold-up? Why would you think I'd have a gun pointed at an 'innocent' boy if I were holding up the gas station?" Wally asked.

"Well, quite frankly, Randall's theory is that you were holding up the station by threatening to shoot an innocent kid."

"So… I told the attendant to call the police while I waited to be arrested?" Wally retorted. He was beginning to feel as though he were on trial.

"The attendant did say you told him to call the police," Stetson agreed. "But Randall suggests that it was because you knew you couldn't get away with it and wanted to pin it on the boy."

Wally rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening. "Sergeant, that is ridiculous. Isn't there anything I can do to prove these allegations are false?"

"Once we confirm who the gun is registered to, I'm sure we'll be able to confirm who is telling the truth. We're also waiting to hear what the boy has to say about all this. His story has to match up with Randall's in order to prove Randall's theory."

Wally couldn't believe this. "How long will it take to get the information on the gun?"

"Any moment now," Stetson answered.

"We'll wait," Wally said confidently.