The GreyHatter (Completed)

Chapter 20

"Chicago Police Department," the  voice repeated."How may I assist you today?" With my Verizon, I was able to disguise my voice into a menacing deep sound. "Listen carefully," I said. "I  have every single evidence against the Computer Tech boss, Clarence Fairmont." The policeman cleared his voice then asked me how I got the evidence. "It doesn't matter," I sighed. "I am meeting Clarence Fairmont tonight. I will send you the address." "How do I know that you have proof?" he taunted.

Sighing heavily, I sent the photos of the classified documents of Clarence to the police. "Do you believe me now?" I asked. "You have around Midnight to capture the monster." "Do you even know where he is?" "Yes," I answered. "He is in Applebee's  far away from the abandoned apartment building." The information I have given him was true. Not so long ago, I tracked Clarence down using the Navigation System on my phone.

"Good luck," I said. "Wait," the policeman said. "Why are you after Mr. Fairmont." "The same reason as yours," I said. "To take him down." I hung up on him then scampered to the restaurant where I saw a black SUV on the parked space. The same one that mysterious driver was using.

"Hello Wyatt," Clarence beamed. "It's been four years." He hopped out of the SUV then entered the restaurant. I stared at him in horror: He was the one who killed the woman two weeks ago. I swallowed a gulp then followed him into the restaurant.

Applebee's was crowded with at least a thousand people. Floorboards carried bits of half-eaten food, sticky beverages, and straw wrappers. People flocked onto their tables, chatting with each other and eating food.

"Come and sit down, Wyatt." Clarence instructed, sitting on one of the black chairs . "We have a lot to talk about." I sat down on the greasy chairs then shuddered. "What do you want?" I demanded. "Now, Wyatt." Clarence sighed. "That is not what a young man-" "Shut it Porky," I snapped. "I know what you did over the past  years, and it ends now."

Much to my surprise, Clarence did not raise his  furry eyebrows. He already knows, you idiot. I thought. "Welcome to Applebee's" a waiter says. "How may I take your order?" "A glass of water," I say, not looking at him in the eyes. "I would like all of what you have in your menu, sir." Clarence beamed, snapping his fingers. "Chop, chop, I haven't got all day!"

The waiter snorted then went to the kitchen. "I am well aware about your activities," Clarence said. "I have told you, haven't I?" Ignoring his question, I stared at the floor.  "Wyatt," Clarence said again. "Your mother is grieving. She needs her son back, despite your attitude."

"Says the person who stole all of her hard earned cash," I taunted. Clarence slammed his hand on the table. "Daddy," cried a girl. "Don't scare away the customers!" As I turned around, I saw Brittany sneering down at us, holding cold drinks.

"Miss me, Wyatt?" she sneered.