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"What did the picture look like?" He asked calmly.

"I don't know. It had doctor Stevens holding a fish in front of a lake house and there was a sign there or something and these pretty flowers." I said high pitched at the end.

"What kind of flowers? Flowers don't grow here."

"Uh they were orange and kind of pink. Oh! I remember laughing at the ball shape and thinking 'what a weird flower what are you doing here?' It was a whole thing." I laughed to myself.

"Tropical milkweed, they only grow in one place. I remember seeing them when I used to go ice skating at me dads lake house-- football! Used to play ice football!" The detective said.

"Well well well, Detective Sammie. You used to ice skate?" I asked shocked , putting my hand to my chest.

"No! Shut up! You used to ice skate!"

"Great comeback." I slow clapped.

"Shut up Parker."

I laughed again and he drove to the lake house I saw in the picture. This was definitely it. Im not entirely sure how to describe it since I have no idea what lake houses normally look like.

But it was, brown. And it had the same flowers growing around it that I saw in the picture. Haha what are you doing here flowers?

I was about to get out when a gigantic dog came barking up my side.

The detective screamed and I hissed at the dog. It whimpered before going to his side. I got out of the car while the detective tried to get the dog away.

"Shoo! Shoo! Get away you damn dog!" He yelled getting his gun out.

"Hey hey hey! You can't shoot a dog! That's like a guaranteed ticket to hell." I stopped him.

"Parker I dug up a dead girls grave today. Who cares if I shoot this stupid evil dog?!"

"I do! Now find a way to handle that, I'm goona go break into the dead doctors house." I turned around.

I ignored the detective's protests and looked at the front door. There are many ways I could break in. Magic? Throw a rock in the window? Pick the lock?

I then huffed and turned the doorknob, rolling my eyes when it opened. I was kinda hoping to throw a rock through the window.

I looked around the entire downstairs and helped myself to some extra snacks lying around before looking upstairs.

If I was a super secret cure to a deadly dangerous disease,  where would I be?

I looked under the doctors bed and found a big suitcase full of the liquid I found in the hospital. Bingpot!

I heard a crash from downstairs and sped to the noise. That's where I saw the detective panting, his clothes ripped and scratches on his legs and arms.

"Have fun?" I asked smiling,

"Shut up Parker." He panted. "Is that the cure?"

I lifted up the bag. "Sure is."

"Hold it right there." A familiar voice called from behind us.

I turned around and saw the surfer guy from earlier with a gun in his hands pointed right at us.

"Joey Walden?" The detective said in a weird voice.

"Nice job Velma." I scoffed.

"Give that to me." The surfer dude—Joey, said as he lifted his arm out.