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I Dared My Best Friend to Ruin My Life - He's Succeeding PART IV

Hi everyone,

I've been exploring today. New city, new layouts to learn. I'm getting good at memorizing cities. Thank you all for your support and suggestions. Once again, these are all past events. But I am taking your ideas into consideration for how to fight back here, in the present. A few of you have offered to help in other ways, and I appreciate the offers, but this is my fight. I've ruined so many other lives by involving other people. No, David is mine to ruin, even if I die trying.

Also, I've looked back over it and realized I forgot something, but now I've forgotten what it was. So forgive me if I make a correction in the next part.

Another thing, I try to talk to as many people as I can in the comments unless my reply will have to contain spoilers. But 'live' events have forced me to limit that interaction because of time and the sheer number of you. Forgive me.

Now I'll continue.

I called Clark's mom right away. I had their home phone number because last Christmas, Clark invited me to his house for Christmas dinner since my parents and I were still fighting pretty harshly. He'd already gone home while I had to work, so he gave me the phone number in case I got lost and he didn't answer his cell.

She was devastated and asked me a million questions. It was very, VERY uncomfortable. She agreed to drive down that day and post bail for him. She lived a few hours away, so she said she'd be here at around 5 pm. The county we were in didn't allow online payments via credit card: cash only, so she had to physically drive down.

In the middle of the phone call, I missed a call from a number that wasn't in my contacts. I called back, and they answered immediately.

"Hi, I missed a call from this number?"

"Hi, is this Zander?"

"Yeah... who's this?"

"Zander, I'm Katie's mom. Your parents gave me your number."

Shit.

"Hi, can't talk now I'm in a rush and I--"

She cut me off. "Have you heard from Katie? She didn't come home last night. Your mom gave me your number. Please tell me she's with you."

"She's not," I said. "I'm not sure where she is. I have to go--I'll call you back."

I hung up the phone. I didn't want to talk to her about Katie. Because I was about to file her missing person report.

I walked over to the reception desk.

"I was just talking to an officer, and then he arrested my friend and walked off. I need to talk to the officer on my other case about identity fraud."

"What case number?" The lady asked.

A while later, I was sitting in one of their interrogation rooms after asking for a private meeting. Detective Hernandez sat at the opposite end of a metal table. My two case files were on the table in front of him. He was glancing through them, trying to familiarize himself with the break in report. A tape recorder sat between us. He pressed a button on the recorder and the tape started rolling.

He stated his name, my name, my case numbers, the date, and the time.

"Alright, go ahead," he said.

"So, I submitted a report for identity theft a while ago and haven't heard anything about it."

"The FTC can take some time to respond," he replied.

"Well, now there's a new report for a break in at my apartment. I was talking to another officer earlier and told him that I have a suspect for both crimes."