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"Cammy? Oh, my God," Cam's dad rushed over to her side. The Crashdown Cafe was now swarmed with adults and police, and everyone was being questioned.
"No, Dad. Dad, look at this," Cam pinched her dress. "See? I'm fine. I just spilt ketchup. I'm really- I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" he cupped her face with his bigger and muscular hand. Cam's dad had always been protective of his daughter, she was, after all, his only daughter and on top of that, his only kid.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she smiled.
"The guy with the gun, right, was kinda like a muscular Beavis, you know?" Ariana was frantically talking to two policemen, using her hands to talk like she does when she gets nervous. "And then the other one was like a beefy Butt-head."
"I'm gonna need a better description than that. I'm assuming that they weren't actually cartoons," one of the policemen said, tilting their head.
"Excuse me," Ariana pulled a bottle out of her apron, unscrewing the cap and inhaling deeply. "Cypress oil," she explained when the cops gave her a weird look. "It, um, reduces stress."
"You okay?" Ansel busted through the doors, catching Cam off guard.
"Uh, yeah," she smiled at her boyfriend, admiring how his hair sat on his face. He had probably just woken up, taking the opportunity to sleep in on the nice Sunday morning. He almost immediately took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. "Thanks. I'm just a little shaken up."
"Sheriff," one policeman walked over to Ansel's dad, the sheriff. "The suspects ran out right after the incident occurred. A couple of outsiders. There's no apparent robbery no injuries other than the girl that fell. It just seems like an argument that got out of hand."
"Hey!" Cam's dad yelled to the tourist couple in town for the crash, startling both them and Cam. "I told you two to stay outta there."
"Uh, Sheriff. Hi. Um, I'm sorry. I really need to talk to you. I think something happened here," the guy walked towards the Sheriff and the small group of policemen, Ansel, Cam and her dad.
"What do you think happened?" the Sheriff sighed, tilting his head at the tourist.
"The gunman was standing right over there, right?" the guy pointed at the table where the two men had been arguing. "And the shot was fired into this direction," he changed directions and pointed to the back near the cash register. "Now, Jen and I we searched this entire place up and down. And, I mean, there's nothing."
The Sheriff stood up straight and nodded like he was catching onto what the guy was saying. "Where's the bullet?" he asked the policemen around him.
