A Web of Lies

Chapter 13

Sir Richard and his father Lord Chesterton held on to the dashboard as Trevor drove to the police station. The night was dark and clouded over, and drizzle fell lightly over the road as Trevor drove along. He had to remind himself to slow down as his anxious need for answers constantly compelled him to go faster.

            “It’s ok, Trevor,” He told himself. “it’s not a race. Just do it right and you won’t wind up in a twisted pile of metal like the professor.”

            A pang of hurtful remembrance shot through him, and he had to breathe deeply to maintain control of himself. He flicked on his wipers as the rain picked up. The two other reasons to drive slowly clung desperately to the dash. After their first escapade with the car, Sir Richard had related how difficult it was. Apparently the constant vibration of a car is terribly uncomfortable for anything spider sized, and even simple turns, when not in a proper seat, feel like a two-bit carnival ride gone haywire.

            Trevor could hear Lord Chesterton quietly grumbling to himself the whole time. He wasn’t sure if spiders could get nauseous and become sick, and it wouldn’t really make a mess if they did, but Trevor preferred his friends not to be miserable during his car rides.

            When he pulled into the police department parking lot, he heard slight but audible sighs from both arachnids. Trevor put the car in park and reached to the passenger seat for his waterproof. While he was struggling to find the arm holes in the cramped space of the car, Sir Richard, after regaining his composure, posed the question on everyone’s mind.

            “So what is our plan of action then?” He asked

            “Uh….” Trevor said, with the jacket now backwards and over his face. “Well it’s after hours, so I figured I’d just walk up to the front door, give a show of pulling on them to see they’re locked, then walk away as you guys slip under the doorway. Then, in about 20 minutes or so, I’d make my way to the side entrance, you slide the files to me, I take a couple pictures, and we put everything back where we found it. Couldn’t be easier.”

            “A relatively simple plan, indeed, but what if we can’t find the files or run into some sort of unforeseen trouble?” Chesterton asked.

            “Run into trouble?” Trevor said. “What, do you expect to be running from a feral guard dog like in the cartoons? It’s an empty police station for a sleepy town in Wales. What trouble could there be?”

            “It is prudent to plan for every eventuality.” Chesterton replied.           

            “Alright, fair enough. If you can’t find the files, crawl onto a desk, find a phone, and give me a call on my cell, ok?”

            “Trevor, as I understand it, you have several trillion cells.” Chesterton said. “How exactly are we to use a phone to call upon a single one of them?”

            “Also, what purpose would it ultimately serve?” Richard asked.

            “Yes, for what purpose would it be?”

            Trevor chuckled at the two of them as he managed to shove his right arm into the jacket.

            “My cell phone. You know, my mobile?” He replied.

            “Oh. What does your mobile have to do with biology?” Chesterton asked.

            “It is true. I have always been curious as to the etymology of some of the more peculiar examples of American vernacular.”