The Adventures of Jake and Amy: Fates Dealer (Book 2)

Chapter 2- What is going on?

                  

"Call 911!" Someone immediately starts calling. I rush over to Jake who is at the man's side trying to stop the bleeding.

"What do you need?!" I ask hoping to be of some help. Jake frowns and stands up.

"The number for the morgue would be useful, he's gone." I look down at the man's body.

"You saw him before any of us, we couldn't have saved him. What happened to him anyway?"

He looks at the door then starts looking through something on his phone.

"He was stumbling outside. It looked different through the window so I assumed he was wounded. He was shot, and at close range at that. Most likely a domestic dispute gone bad. They got a main artery, that's why he bled so much." I think about what Jake just said. He seems oddly comfortable with this.

"How can you tell all that? And what are you doing on your phone when a guy just comes in here and died!" He just looks at me.

"I'm a lonely guy with too much time. And as for my phone? I'm taking my turn on chess with my friends" Seriously?

"You are not even remotely upset or surprised by this? You do not even seem to care that this guy just died while you were trying to save him." He stares intensely at me. I didn't go too far, did I?

"I don't dwell in the past, I exist in the present. Plus, chess helps me think." The police start pulling into the parking lot and Jake starts pacing. Strange. Before the police come in Jake takes pictures of the man and the wound. Ok that's definitely NOT normal.

"Why are you taking pictures of a dead body? You are not the police!"

"Shut up!" Jake leaves the diner just before the police come in, and I run out after him. He gets in his car and looks at his phone. Probably looking at the pictures he took. Or it's his turn in chess.

"What are you doing?! You are acting very suspiciously, and there are police right in the diner. Explain to me what you are doing or I'll tell the police you were taking pictures of the crime scene!" Jake glares at me. Did I go too far?

"You wouldn't dare." Oh really? I give him a serious look.

"I would, since I hardly know you. With all this suspicious activity, they would think you are the killer. So tell me or I call them over!" He looks up at me and sighs.

"Fine, get in." I hesitate.

"okay" I go to the other side of the car and get into the passenger seat.

"Now please explain." He looks at me for a second before starting.

"I'm a detective, but I don't work with the police. Too many regulations. Anyways, the victim was shot at short range, but nearby. Notice we walked through the door? And I didn't hear any gunfire. This means a silencer was used on him close range, and the shooter may still be nearby."

"Okay, that mostly makes sense. But how can you tell he was shot at close range? And don't you think the killer would have run off by now?"

"Well, the guy walked through the door with a bullet in his chest, I doubt he ran a marathon first," he says, staring at me. "And yes he might have left, but the police will be expecting the getaway car to leave now. There is a better chance he will wait."

"But how can you tell the shooter was close by? He could have been a sniper with a silencer, right?"

"Nah, a sniper would've shot for the head. He wouldn't have survived a sniper round to the heart. It was most likely a low-caliber handgun. I'm guessing a crime dealer or something similar, but I don't have any facts yet."

"What do we do now then? We can't just leave if the police are looking for someone to drive off." He smirks and pulls a bullet out of his pocket.

"Do some research." I look at him shocked.

"Where did you find that?!"

"On the ground on the way over here. This confirms that the bullet left the body and confirms my theory."

You know how to figure out the caliber for that bullet?" I ask. I then grab his phone and wave it. "Without using this?"

"...I'm not into guns" he states. I laugh.

"It's engraved on the primmer, the bottom of the bullet. How are you able to tell so much from a dead body, but not notice that?"

"I-I don't know?!" He looks around awkwardly.

"Why do you know so much about them?!"

"You seemed to know why my friend pushed me into you, so you tell me." I give him an innocent look. "How do I know so much about guns?" He looks me over. I slap him on the back of the head(Gibbs slap for any fellow NCIS fans reading this!)

"Are you checking me out?!"  Jake goes red for a second before regaining his composure.

"No! I was just trying to determine your interests based on your choice in fashion!" I look down at what I am wearing and then back to Jake.

"And what have you determined?"

"You don't dress for the weather. Why on Earth are you in shorts and a tee shirt in this weather?" I laugh at his response.

"I just like wearing this. It's comfortable. Besides, its fall, it's not that cold out. Why do you wear a trench coat?" Please don' notice I'm changing the subject. He just gives me a dead pan expression.

"I don't like being cold."

"You think I do?"

"Well, you're not wearing a jacket so I don't know what to think. Are you just overly flirty?" He says staring off, probably making theories.

"No!"

"Then why? You said you comfortable right?"

"Yes, what does that have to do with flirting?"

"Nothing, I wouldn't know." He looks around. I look where he is looking and notice the cops are now searching between cars.

"Crap!"