October 26, 2009
I'd be having a very hard time. With all the interviews and stuff, it'd be getting quite tiring walking back and forth between students.
I even considered letting Brandon take the fall, even though I wasn't quite sure if it was him. This consideration didn't stay long though.
It was time to go to see this James kid.
I got his address from the principal.
When I got to his house, I looked around at the skateboards laying around. I could tell he was one of those kids who just buys a new skateboard every week.
I walked to the front door and knocked.
A teen answered, my guess was James.
I shook his hand, "Hello I'm-"
Before I could finish, he booked it. He slammed the door in my face and was gone.
I frowned, "I didn't want this to get difficult." I sighed as I took out my gun.
I shot the knob of the door off, then kicked the door open.
Luckily, he wasn't standing a couple paces away, holding a shotgun.
I ran down the hallway, looking into every doorway, even into the closets.
Then I saw an open window, "A runaway." I thought as I jumped out the window.
I looked left and right, searching desperately for him.
Then I saw him, running down the road.
I took off after him, aiming my pistol at his legs.
"STOP NOW BEFORE I SHOOT!" I yelled as I gained on him.
James faked left, but ran right.
I aimed carefully, and took my first shot, just as he attempted to climb a fence.
I hit my mark, and he fell to the ground.
I ran over to him and rolled him over, putting handcuffs on him as I repeated the whole, "You have the right to remain silent-" gig.
Back at my office I tried to talk to him, but he just wouldn't talk.
I looked at him closely, trying to get some information on him.
"Don't worry James, this has nothing to do with the drugs you've been selling."
James looked shocked.
I smiled slightly, "Gotcha."
"How'd you know?" James asked.
"It's all over your face."
James felt his face.
"Not like that you idiot." I said, rolling my eyes in disgust.
"James, I know you drugged Brandon."
"I DIDN'T DRUG BRANDON!"
"You ain't lying are ya?"
"Nope." he said, spitting at my feet.
"Tell me James, who have been your current customers? Have a list?"
"Of course." James said, "Every professional drug-"
"Shut up and give me the list." I said angrily.
James and I went over to his house to retrieve the list, but when we got there... nothing.
"It was...right here." he said, looking into the empty drawer.
"Did you move it?"
"No! I didn't... someone broke in!"
"James, you're under arrest."
"For selling drugs you moron!"
I was really getting tired of this kid...
Well I was back in a rut. No leads no nothing.
Forensics came in, but no finger prints of any kind.
Whoever this killer was, they were elaborate.