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Central International Airport This choice: to give up, give in, and go quietly downtown • Go Back...Chapter #9to give up, give in, and go quietly downtown by: Christy K   Justin felt himself shrink down behind the tinted glass of the patrol car. He didn't know why, but something in the pit of his stomach told him that Taff had something to do with all of this mess. Suddenly, he began to wonder what had happened to Thad. Where did Thad go? Did the killers come back and find Thad? Did they take him away? He knew Thad would never have left him if there hadn't been a good reason. He also knew that his brother wouldn't have been taken easily.
Justin pounded on the protection screen between him and the cops. He needed to ask them about Thad. He needed to know if they had sent him away. The cops ignored his window pounding as they headed downtown.
Sitting on the hard wooden bench behind the iron bars in the Hawaiian jail was not the plan Justin had for this trip. His head ached, his mouth tasted sour and he needed some water in the worst way. Plus, he still hadn't had a chance to talk to the cops or anyone who might be able to tell him where Thad was and what the hell was going on. Justin knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but how to prove that to the police? He needed to think, but the throbbing between his ears was making it difficult. He couldn't focus or really make any sense of all that had happened in the last 18 hours. He knew he hadn't had a lot of sleep, but come on, he stayed up for days working on a project and could focus. What was wrong with him? He tried to think back, had he drank something or eaten anything out of the ordinary? The only thing he remembered was drinking the few sips of the beer Thad had given him in the hotel room.
Justin heard people talking down the hall as they were coming towards his cell. Before he could see him, Justin knew it was Thad with one of the Detectives. Thad telling the Detective about his last tour in Iraq and how much he hated the dust and dirt there. Justin yelled for Thad through the bars, "Where the hell did you go? I don't know what's going on Thad. My head is killing me. Get me OUT OF HERE!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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