Disclaimer-I do not own Sammy Keyes.

Chapter 2

Ok, so Officer Borsch contacting me was not a surprise, and he's also looked for me at Hudson's before.

"Hey Officer Borsch. What brings you to this side of town?" I ask knowingly.

"I think you already know." He pointed at the newspaper Hudson was holding. "I think you ought to know that you should take this seriously."

"You didn't have to tell me that." I say, "So what's the deal with this. Every criminal I've caught got out of jail, including old blue butt."

"Blue butt is Coralee Lyon, right?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Sergeant Borsch?" asked Hudson, "I think I can handle this."

"But she needs to know how dangerous this is…" he started

"And I can handle this," he finished.

The Borschman looked at me and said, "I'll be coming by your place later to discuss matters with your grandmother." He went to his car without another word.

I looked at Hudson as he gestured me to sit down. "You know this isn't a coincidence."

"What do you mean?" I ask

"Do you really think that all the criminals that hate you escaped at the same time on accident?" He took a sip of ice tea, and continued, "Think about it Sammy."

"I never really thought of that," I admitted, "It should have been obvious."

"Exactly. You should watch your back Sammy, or something dangerous could happen."

"I'm mostly worried about the crocodile," I explain, "She knows about where I live, and everything else."

At that moment, the phone started ringing. Hudson got up to answer the phone. "It's your grandmother," he said after he hung up the phone, "She says that the inspection is over, and she needs you to go home right now.

"Why?"

"She didn't say, but I think you should get going." He replied, "I'll talk to you later."

I shrugged and headed back home. I didn't feel like going up the fire escape, so I just went through the front door. Surprisingly, our regular doorman wasn't there, it was a woman with long black hair and green eyes.

"Hello," she greeted, "May I ask who's room you're going to?"

"Um, Rita Keyes." I reply, uncertainly.

"Oh, you must be her granddaughter," she stated, "You're mother went up stairs about 10 minutes ago

I couldn't say I was surprised. She's usually here, when Grams calls.

"Thank you." Then I go up the stairs thinking what's she going to tell me this time?

I open the door and say, "Hey mom." I walk in as casually as I possibly can.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked, as she hugged me.

"Lucky guess," I say, avoiding her eye, "So, what's the big news? Has Warren the Wonderful come, too?"

"Warren the…never mind. Aren't I aloud to visit without a reason." She asked. She's a great actor, but I think I'm the only one who can see through her.

"No." I reply.

"Samantha!" Grams cried, speaking for the first time since I came here.

"What?" I ask, "You can't blame me for suspecting something."

"Yes, Lana," Grams implied, "What are you here to say?"

I was thinking Go Grams!

"Warren and I thought it would be wonderful if we had dinner, just the five of us," she admitted.

"The five of us?" I ask.

"Yes." She seemed excited, "You, me, Warren, Heather, and Casey."