Dreams

Chapter 19 - Suspects & Wrecks

Luke

We're searching through about a million old files, trying to find any connections of who the murderer may be and if they have any affiliation with the school. "Has anyone found anything yet??" I call. "Not yet!!" Kyle yells back from another aisle of file cabinets. "Nothing!!" Liam reports from somewhere behind me. I continue flipping through the beige folders.

"LUKE!!!!" I hear Amber scream from a few aisles right of me. "GET THIS MONSTER OFF OF ME!!" "Whatever you do, Jamal, don't move." I shout. I can hear feminine shrieking from here on out as I smirk to myself. The chief brought us a bit earlier down to the basement. The basement is literally at least a hundred long aisles of files on about everyone.

He pointed out the far right side to us and told us that information considering Neonilia and a few miles out of it are found in those files. So that's what we're doing. We are searching through all of these messy, littered files for any information we can possibly find. So far, we haven't found anything relevant.

"I THINK I FOUND THE E'S!!" I hear Kyle shout. "YEAH, I THINK I FOUND A GOOD PORTION OF THE A'S!!" Liam yells. "BY THE WAY, AMBER, YOUR NAME ISN'T MUCH TO LOOK AT!!"

"HOW DARE YOU?!?!" Amber shrieks and with an eye roll I continue my file hunt. "THERE'S ABOUT A BAZILLION OTHER AMBERS!!!" Liam shouts. I ignore the rest of Amber's fussing and complaints as my aching hands reach for yet another folder.

I flip through it, trying not to get a paper cut and put it back in there the second I see it's not relevant. "We're getting nowhere. . ." I murmur to myself. I suddenly hear a loud gasp and the sound of something banging into metal, causing it to echo.

"Ow. . ." Kyle mutters, rubbing his head in pain as I quickly run into the aisle. "What's wrong?" I ask, slightly worried. "What did you find?" "You dunderhead. . ." Amber walks up to Kyle, looking slightly exasperated with his clumsiness.

"Just look at these files. . ." Kyle murmurs as he throws two files at Amber and I, his eyes still scrunched shut in pain. I'm able to catch the shockingly impeccable folder, but Amber is not so lucky.

The folder thrown towards Amber smacks her in the face with an echo. I quickly stifle a laugh as Jamal runs up to her and Liam enters the aisle.

"Are you SERIOUS?!?" Amber shouts, massaging her face in an attempt to make the hit hurt less. "I did that on purpose." Kyle whispers in my ear and I snort in response. "HEARD THAT!!!" Amber shrieks as Jamal tries desperately to calm her.

I ignore her and open the folder, taking out some notes, charts, and- "CRIMINAL RECORDS!!" Liam shouts. "Thanks, Captain Obvious." Kyle rolls his eyes, rubbing his temple. "Why do you think I brought you here?" "You failed miserably, nonetheless. . ." Amber murmurs ruefully.

"Shut it, Ginger Ale." Kyle shoots over his shoulder. "Rude." Amber grumbles as she dusts herself off. I'm too busy looking at the records not to care much. "What's the significance of this, anyway?" I ask Kyle as he glances in my direction.

"I mean, this could be any old criminal. How do we know for sure that this is someone worth searching for?" "Look," Kyle says, tapping on the location. "8563, Haverdale St. You realize where this is, right??" "Not where we left the kids." Amber mutters under her breath in a disappointed voice.

"You're sadistic." Liam says simply without looking in her direction. "AM NOT-" "All right, where is this place?" I ask Kyle, raising an eyebrow. "It's the closest street in the city to the school." Kyle explains.

"If the murderer happened to be from Haverdale, they'd have a clear shot of the school." "What if they're NOT?" Amber asks, crossing her arms. "It could be anyone, for heaven's sake. Even if they aren't close to the school." "It'd be easier for someone living in Haverdale, though." Kyle points out.