Heroes & Villains

Ex: 14 | South Chatham Narks

-KaL POV-
I run my hand through my hair, pacing back between Caspian and the bay window.

"What.....what the hell was that?" I say exhaling a long puff of air.

"Who cares? She's a nark. Now, do you think their going to suspend us or something?" he says in an attempt to deviate the conversation, "Should I bring a lawyer with me?"

I press my lips together as he stands there completely clueless of what he did. Of who he is. "You don't even know it was her......You're an ass whole and an idiot."

He parts his lips to speak but I start up again before he can utter a word, "Stop assuming shit all the time" I shake my head "and no lawyer, just... dress cleaner" I say panning to his loosened tie and Villain Academy blazer that has grass stains down the sleeves.

"Are you coming?" Caspian says lingering by the door.

"Hell no" I scoff, "I got out of that".

He grunts and before the door fully shuts I say "Tell me what happens".

He nods and shuts the door. A small, very small, part of me wanted to go, but why the hell would I risk getting involved again, when clearly it wasn't my fault. My father's words echo in my head:
"Boy, don't you ever stick your neck out, when you're already in. When there's blood under your shoes, and they all point to the man with the red hands....you keep your damn mouth shut and change your shoes".

The cynic in me notices how I remember the words verbatim. It's funny how the things we believe we won't remember, the things we believe we don't care about, lurk inside the lining of our mind. So I guess that's what I did. I didn't go with Caspian because that would be sticking my neck out for someone. It's not my problem, right?

I end up crashing on my bed and googling a few storage unit places around Cape Cod. Somewhere between Barnstable's fifth of sixth storage yard, I pull out my phone.

I hesitate and then send a text to Caspian:
KaL: How is everything?
Caspian: THIS MAN IS A FUCKINF MORIN
KaL: What happened?
Caspian: HOLF UP
KaL: What does that mean?

Minutes pass by as I linger of the screen and it is only now I notice my leg tapping restlessly against the floor.
Caspian: YOUDHDJ ANF WE FET TP PKAY

"The hell..." I mumble, "Learn how to fucking spell".
I'm not sure why I feel nervous, I mean I've definitely 'kept walking' and I definitely 'changed my shoes' according to my father's implanted advice. I'm in the clear, so why is this still lingering on my mind?

I continue searching the internet for the matching  storage unit, after three cups of black coffee, another dozen messages to Caspian, and and getting distracted by the new books I picked up, I actually find it.

"Holy shit..." my voice whispers to the room. I've tried every Cape Cod county, but never would I think such a storage unit would be located in Barnstable. That's nearly half an hour away from Chatham and Sarom Labs. Call me paranoid or pessimistic, but storage units located such a distance away, usually means something was being kept under wraps.. or perhaps a someone. I should know, this is quite a common a technique utilized by my father.

I chug the last cup of lukewarm coffee as I shuffle to find my phone. I click on Seraphine as I type:
KaL: Found the storage unit. Where are you?

My fingers hover on the send button and after much hesitancy, I erase the message. I remember her abruptly storming out of the room and Caspian's cold words thrown at her. Has he always been such a dick?