Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 10

Detective Stamos

Thyme is back Thyme is back everything is fine. This is fine. It's not like he caused over 40 million dollars in property damage and started a gang war despite Winfell not having a gangs. This is fine. That only happened over spring break. And now he has two months.

 There's nothing for it. His idiot father had better get him laid or something distracting before he restarts the Civil War. That's it. I'll just check myself into one those fancy ass rehabs with fucking saunas and horses and cushy beds and I'll fucking stay there until this is all over or they just destroy the town whichever comes first.

 I'll find one of those places and just drive myself there and stay. It's not like I've taken an actual vacation in the last twenty two years anyway. It'll be fine. I won't even get drunk beforehand. I could but I won't so I can feel superior to everyone else while I'm there.

"Detective? What brings you here so late?" Sam asks, understandably nervous.

"Sorry to bother you um—is Dean around?" I ask.

"No he's at a friends—what is it?" she asks, "Come in."

"Some teenagers have been---partying out in the woods. A couple of different places but, there was drugs involved we're recommending all parents keep close tabs on their kids," I say, as she lets me in and locks the door, "I know Dean doesn't have a lot of friends but—"

"No, thank you for telling me. He honestly doesn't go out much though he's usually studying here or sometimes with Basil," she says, "He's got a couple of study groups he spends time with, that's where he is now."

"Yeah---do you happen to know where he was this weekend? Saturday night or Sunday?" I ask taking my hat off to fiddle with.

"Um yes he had a practice, he's on the debate team," Sam says.

"Winfell High doesn't have a debate team," I say, flatly.

"What?"

"No, that's something Jasmine and Thyme made up when they wanted to evade their parents and me. I assume he's running with it too," I say.

"He's not a partier—he doesn't even like people," Sam says, "I'm going to call him."

"He may have been pressured to go-- all I'm worried about is—we think that an adult is supplying them with the booze and the drugs—and that they aren't safe," I say, quickly, "I'm not generally concerned about kids running around to hang out with their boyfriends and girlfriends and be stupid, but they shouldn't have access to that much alcohol or drugs that's not good. And some of the kids were coming home with burns."

"Oh my god, no, I'll just call him, make sure everything is all right," she says, shaking her head, "He wouldn't lie to me."