CHPT: 6 To Kill a MockingDoo
After going through the group, Deb was ready to give up.
Daphne was absolutely no help, Fred was spewing out drunken sentences, Velma was hysterical because she thought she knew and trusted the man that she called boyfriend, and Scooby had vanished without answering a single question.
"Where is this Scooby Doo?" asked Sgt. Batista.
"Probably in the downstairs bar," sniffled Velma as she bent over in search of her glasses that she dropped during her interview. "Where are those damn things?"
Scooby was exactly where Velma told Angel. He was having a cold Heineken with Scooby Snacks on the side.
Deborah sat next to him on a tacky blue plastic bar stool.
"I know what it feels like, losing someone in your family. And now with your best friend gone, it feels like the world doesn't give a fucking shit about you, but let me tell you this. If you give us your complete cooperation, I know we will find Shaggy in no time," Deborah trying her hardest to edge him onto agreeing to answer some questions.
Scooby looked down at his empty beer bottle and exclaimed,"RUCK RIT! R'll rell rou revery ring rou reed ru row."
Deborah liked the sound of that.