Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 77

Detective Stamos

"You lost him and he's what?" I'm holding an ice pack to my aching head, standing in a suit covered in murder blood, in the middle of my destroyed precinct, covered in dog hair.

"He broke out," Reynolds says, swallowing, "And last time a patrol care spotted him before the patrol car---spontaneously crumbled into a useless heap of metal----he had murdered Felix Cummings, and strapped his body to the front of a motorcycle and is driving around town destroying the last few police cars that we had available. Shooting out tires. Breaking them. We don't have a current---eyes---on him yet--,"

"Right, okay, lovely," I fumble for a desk phone. This calls for drastic measures.

"Where have you been?" Reynolds asks.

"I got kidnapped it's fine," I say, as I dial.

"Who kidnapped you?"

"Hitmen I think sent by the Walls ---not important, right now," I say, as the phone rings.

"How did you get out?"

"Not easily, dog brought the car—really not important--- find that kid," I say, phone still to my ear, ringing.

"What--,"

"What?" Basil says answering the phone right before it goes to voicemail, "Where have you been? And where's my dad?"

"Left him and his weird weird dog someplace looking for food even though he isn't hungrier than normal and is offended if you ask that---we've been kidnapped all day it's fine------I need you down here. Now."

"Down where? Where's here? I'm kind of tired."

"Down town right now, not a single squad car is usable and we have someone on a rampage as in SWAT teams are being deployed where the fuck is Thyme?"

"Africa? South America? Like it's not this continent I know that---listen lady, I don't know you and this is a private phone call—,"

"Get here," I don't even want to know what's going on with him right now.