A Third Of A Pie

Chapter 18

The radio was the only sound playing during the ride.
Even with the cheery music, the silence was agonisingly unbearable.

Ghost's eyes glanced back to Toast.
His eyes were focused on the road, and had a cold, annoyed look.
Ghost knew when Toast was angry.
And this was one of those times.

His eyes moved to the window besides him.
He wondered if it'd be better or worse to jump out.
Then again, Toast had even locked the car doors, trapping Ghost to suffer the consequences of his unknown actions.
He had no idea what had happened or why he'd been in hospital, but, whatever it was, Toast seemed hurt.

Ghost wasn't stupid. He knew whatever it was, it was bad.
Really bad.

He felt the car pull to a stop.

-

They were startled by how it looked.... 
Chairs had been knocked over, and a cabinet had been savagely torn apart, almost like some wild, desperate animal had gotten to it.

Looking closer, they saw it was the medicine cabinet.
Colon looked down at the empty pill bottle in his hand.
Had Ghost tore it apart to get to them?
Why did he need them so badly?

Getting closer, Colon observed the markings.
They were slash marks, looking like some kind of knife.
Colon remembered the knife marked 'Jimmy'.
He held it up to the markings.
Definitely could've been.
It seemed as though the knife was used to break open a lock on it.

Colon's eyes than averted to a drawer.
It, too, had similar slash marks.
However, they'd been painted over.
The drawer, also, had a lock on it.
Colon recognised it to be the cutlery drawer. He remembered seeing Toast getting various utensils from it every now and again.
That's when something hit him...

.... not once had he seen Ghost open the drawer.
Any utensils he used, either Toast gave him or had been left out.
How had he never noticed before?

"Spooker! I-" He was cut off, seeing Spooker wasn't there.