Chapter 12: Will it bite like Bourbon?
"Not of your time," Alex began, shocked. "What kinds of stuff?"
"Like before, it started off innocently; Casual mentions of weird sounding Telly programs. Then Ray was going on how cars looked sleeker, and moved faster. From what he saw that is" Gene added. "Then it got disturbing."
Gene left it at that though. It was only when they got a call about shots being fired and there being causalities, did he finish. As they were coming up to where the first victim was shot, Alex asked, "How, in which way?"
As they went through the scene, asking around about the events, "It was future medical stuff, just bits and pieces, but chilling." Gene shook his head slightly, "I am leaving it at that, Drake. It's Ray's story, so he should be the one to tell anyone when he feels like it." They found one guy, who was shot.
"He was a madman, I'm telling you!" He was shouting to a uniformed officer. As Gene an Alex walked up, they heard him yelling. "I know that crazy hell spawn killed my best friend! I don't care what you thought about my friend- he was not a drug dealer!"
"I know him," gene began, taking notes while explaining to Alex who the two aforementioned people where. "Jeff Stabler – Friends with Geoffrey Marks."
"I heard about that, Marks was killed in seventy three." Alex concluded.
"A big case about Mr. Marks it was." Gene stated as they walked away to go back to the HQ to do police work. "It was said he was a drug dealer for someone named Canterbury. Never took much stock in this bloke's name myself; No last name, just Canterbury."
"So, what happened?"
"Coincidently, that is stated two entries from now,." Gene replied, referring to the journal.
"They saw it, they were there?" Gene nodded.
"They only saw part of the incident, it seems. The whole incident wasn't just Marks getting killed. It seemed that this drug dealer happened to be a small piece of this little criminal plot."
Will it bite like Bourbon?
I appeared; timing my reappearance. As a result,
no time passed after Gene had begun pulling away
in front of me. I was forced to trot to keep up with
him. Gene stopped and gave me a concerned look.
"Are you ok after all of this?" He asked, indicating all
of the events that happened since we met.
I walked ahead, still shell-shocked by the revelation
from earlier. "I would say sure, but I'd be lying."
"That's right," Gene began as we made our way into
the pub. "Anyone who goes through that and turns around
and says they're ok would be bloody lying." We sat down at
the bar. Mindy," Gene began, making sure I was snapped
out from my slowly dissolving shock. "I want you to have a
drink." He looked over at Nelson and added to him, "I'm
buying."
I fidgeted in the seat as Nelson grabbed a drink and started
pouring it. Gene saw me fidgeting and knew why.
"This drink doesn't have the bite like that bourbon we bought
you the last time." Nelson set the full glass in front of me and
I picked it up. shivering from the chill I still felt. "Make sure to
take sips." He advised softly as I started to drink.
The drink had some bite, but not as bad as that Bourbon.
It did have the effect of calming me and warming me, I felt foolish
as I set the glass down, knowing I finished the drink more quickly
than Gene advised.
"Sorry, I began, "I was thirsty," Gene had another glass of the
same poured for me.
"Being parched like that means that you were in shock." Gene
explained as he handed me the newly filled glass. I noticed that
this time, there was considerably less. "Now remember," Gene
began, "only sips."
I forced myself to slowdown and only take sips. By this time,
I felt better and had no chills. To make sure I was ok, Gene and
I made simple small talk. I made sure that Gene happened to look
down at his glass before popping out of it.