Cecil walked down the hall, unable to get the picture of Sherlock and Carlos out of his head. He picked up his now-cold cup of coffee, and staggered down the hall to the telephone. He picked it up and dialed fast. It rang twice before Jawn answered.
“Cecil?”
“Jawn. We need to talk. Can we meet somewhere?”
“How about at the Radio Station?”
“NO. Let’s go to Big Red’s.”
“Why? I was on my way to meet Sherlock and Carlos anyway.”
Cecil nearly puked. “No, No. That won’t do. Meet me at Big Red’s.”
There was a hint of fear in Jawn’s voice. “Okay,” he finally said.
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Welcome to Night Vale, Dr. Watson...
Science FictionSherlock and Jawn Watson arrive in Night Vale to investigate a mystery, but when Cecil Baldwin, radio personality, jumps into the mix, things take a turn for the worse...
