Sarah is in her room channel surfing. Sports. Boring. Situational Sitcoms. Boring. News. Boring. Teletubbies. Creepy.
Wait a sec. She flipped back to the news.
She couldn’t believe her eyes! A picture of a police car wrapped around a telephone pole just blocks away. Followed by footage of Jason from a surveillance camera in McDonald’s.
The anchor woman, professional and without blemish, reported, “The daring escape happened at approximately 2:07 PM this afternoon. The suspect, a local ‘tween’ named Jason Reeves is thought to be armed and dangerous.”
Sarah picked up the phone. “Edgar this is Chloe,” she said.
“How many times do I have to tell you I’m Milo?”
“Whatever. We have a problem. Jack’s been arrested and the newscast claims he escaped, but I suspect foul play. I’m sending you a still image from the surveillance footage at McDonald’s. Figure out who Jack tackled. I think it’s the key to finding Jack. And Edgar,” she said.
“We can’t afford any mistakes.”
Randall and Arnold’s mouths were agape as they watched the news story unfold on TV.
“We have to go to the police!” Arnold exclaimed.
“Local PD can’t do anything, Edgar,” Randall countered. “It’s up to us. I need you to trace Jack’s GPS locator.”
“No way!” Arnold pushed himself away from the computer. “This is too intense! It’s too real!”
He started up the stairs.
“Edgar, don’t go,” Randall pleaded. “Your country needs you! Jack needs you!”
Arnold kept climbing.
“Milo!” Randall called after him.
But Arnold was already gone.