Good Boy // Badboyhalo

Chapter 12

Niki was cleaning out the pool, standing on the edge.

I walked out, with Bad at my side. "Oh hey, thank you for doing that!"

"Oh? My pleasure!" She said. "Gotta aim to do better."

I chuckled.

"Your screen too?" She asked.

I looked down at the box of window screen in my hand. "Oh, yeah. Perks of an old building, I guess."

"Right." Niki responded. "Let me know how it works out."

"Okay!" I said, then continued to walk off.

I place a small pot with some grass inside on the shelf.

This should bring up a good mood, because I was having the best of it. I walked over to the side of my desk.

"Bad, you're the best assistant." I said, looking down at the little demon sitting on a cushion.

I then sat down in my chair, and grabbed my coffee mug.

Then I spun around in my chair so I was facing the glass window, bringing the mug to my lips.

Suddenly I saw someone fall down from the roof of the building and I deeply gasped, covering my mouth and facing my desk.

Someone knocked on the door and walked in. "Mr. Arnelle?"

I put my hand on the desk and tried to cool down. This was a detective in my room. "Yes. Can I help you?"

He held his badge, walking to the chair in front of my desk. "Detective Awsam, West Valley LAPD."

He sat down in the chair. "Got a few questions for you about a hit and run a few weeks back."

"Oh. Yeah, on Bluefriend? The one I wrote a story about?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. We're collecting surveillance. Cross referencing cars that may have passed through the area between 10 and 11 PM." Detective said, writing down stuff on his notepad.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"Your story never mentioned that you drove to the neighborhood that night." He explained.

I locked my hands together. "..Journalists don't typically insert themselves in their scoops. Sorry, am I not allowed to walk my little buddy in a nicer neighborhood than my own?"

"Of course you are, sir." He replied.

I nodded.

"We're just crossing our Ts." He told me.

"Okay." I said.

But then Bad started growling and I looked at him. Again, he looked like he was about to pounce.

He chuckled. "I appreciate your time."

He was putting his note pad away when he noticed something.

I looked up on the shelves to see the box of John's stuff. A trophy was sticking out, with blood spots on it. "..."

He pointed seemingly in its direction, and I felt my heart die down.

Detective then looked at me, and I gave him a small smile.

"That spray stuff really work?" He asked.

I looked back at the box, next to it, was the Pet's Miracle Spray. I scoffed.

"We got a little Peekaboo that keeps shitting up our carpets, pardon my language." He said.

"They don't call it Pet's Miracle for nothing." I chuckled.