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Chapter 5: Death by Butchery

Chapter 5: Death by Butchery

Amelia Celeste Adelaide                                                                                      The Butchery

"Don't you think it would be better if I drive us to the 'The Butchery'?" I suggested to Mr. Clifford who I saw gulp down two tablets of Aspirin, "You might want to ease your headache by catching up on your sleep on our way there."

He fished out his car keys from his pocket and then looked at me like I was insane, "Let you drive my car? No way!" He tugged on Cody's leash and walked away from me. It had been raining yesterday and it was breezy today so I quickly donned my black coat and grabbed my rucksack and forensics kit that contained new bodysuits, several pairs of gloves and masks among many other essential tools. 

His strides were so long that I had to start jogging to catch up. Soon enough, I found myself running after him. Suddenly, wearing a coat wasn't such a great idea. This guy can certainly walk fast! "Clifford! Wait up!" I called in between breaths. 

I rounded the corner to the parking lot and saw him stop with Cody in front of the coolest sports car I have ever seen in my life. It was dark, sleek and shiny that I could easily compare it with the Bat mobile or a Transformer. I slowed down and walked up to him, "Man, this is a sweet ride! No wonder you don't want me to drive. And just for the record, I was referring to my car earlier."

He glanced at me and chuckled, "I insist going there in my car." He pressed a button on his key fob and his car unlocked. I raised my eyebrows when the doors opened upwards just like how a bird would open its wings to fly.

"Please, close your mouth. Flies might go in and choke you," Mr. Clifford teased. I quickly shut my mouth and glared at  him. And if that wasn't enough, he added, "Were you chased by a dog or something? You're sweating bullets!"

I rolled my eyes as I dabbed the sweat on my forehead with a handkerchief, "Yeah, thanks for the exercise, you dog," I huffed after I boarded his car which didn't cease to impress me. It was surprisingly spacey inside and was hooked up with every gadget I can ever imagine. One of them was a small screen in front which, I assume, is a GPS tracker; perfect for following stealthy criminals.

"I can see why you want to drive in this thing. It's too amazing to be real! When can I possibly drive it?"

I looked at the side mirror and saw him open the door behind me and place Cody on the seat. I heard him say 'sit and 'stay' to the little German Shepherd before he replied, "It's not a thing. It's a Lamborghini Aventador and its my pride and glory and I'm afraid I won't let you anywhere near the driver's seat."

I turned around in my seat and faced him, "Oh, come on! Just this once?" I pleaded while trying to give my best puppy-eyed face. Instead, I was turned down and got a door slammed in my face. I threw my hands in the air and pouted at him when he entered the car and started driving off.

He gave me a lopsided grin and gestured at Cody, "Stop acting like a child and behave like Cody, will you? I'm not going to hand you the wheels ever."

Unfortunately, Cody heard his name and instantly began barking, completely contradicting what he had just said. The dog defied his instructions further when he scrambled his way up to the front seat and barked at his reflection on the window. 

Mr. Clifford groaned and held his face in his hand, his headache probably increasing. He quickly pressed a button to lower the front windows. It instantly got a positive response from Cody; the puppy bounded up to my seat and decided to stick his head out the window. I think that's the best way for a dog to enjoy a road trip.