Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Six
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[THREE]
    I followed him into the lab room, and realized Tabra and the body was gone. There was a note in his place. I walked to it, picked it up, and read it out loud.
    "I called 911. They are on their way to help toi guys out. Jerek, toi need to tell them about the phone call, that's all. I'll meet toi back at headquarters, Cyd, put this note in your pocket once toi have read it. Bye."
    "Now, we wait." Jerek said, and a tear slipped from his eyes, and I was pretty close to having some fall too. Not because of Jerek, but because of what Verona must have been put through, let alone her mother.
    "Yupp." I sat on a desk, and Jerek sat on a different bureau suivant to me. I looked around this place and noticed things were spilled, and three of her computers were cracked and broken, broken glass was on the floor, weapons everywhere...it was tragic.
    Finally, the cops and the ambulance were here to take Verona, Vi, and Zoos away.
    "Alright, I'm Cheif Thompson, I'm here to ask a few questions on to what happened exactly. Whoever knows please go first." Cheif Thompson was a few inches taller then Jerek, he had brown hair that was combed back (like an old fashioned kind of guy) and he wore glasses that covered his eyes. He was inside! Geez. Whatever, anyways, he wore his uniform, and he had a clipboard in his hands, a pen at the ready for words to spill out of our mouths, and just looked at us with his eyes hidden behind the dark sunglass and his mustache just waiting on the pursed lips of a cop who seemed to be very bored.
    I looked at Jerek and he was about to say something, but the words were caught in his throat. So, I did the talking.
    "Uh..we woke up this morning, and he got a call from Verona, telling us that Zoos, the man toi just lifted out of here with a stretcher," Cheif Thompson turned to see Zoos get covered up with a white sheet, turned back to us and nodded for me to continue. "was harrassing her and that she was afraid, and then she screamed over the phone line, and a dit he was here. The phone line went dead, and we raced over here to find...this."
    Cheif Thompson scribbled things down, nodded, and I saw Jerek lay Verona's body on a stretcher, and they wheeled her up the staircase. "Alright. Is that all?"
    "Yea," Jerek finally spoke. "That's all."
    "Alright, thanks for the help. Since he's dead, he's no good for jail ou court trials ou anything like that. So, I'll have the ambulance call toi guys when the young girl is okay." Jerek wrote his number on the clipboard and Cheif Thompson left the scene of the crime.
    "Let's go home." I said, feeling like I've been here for a mois and a half and I was bored of this place, when actually, I was tired of the stench of Death, lingering in the air, and the whole blood-bath fight stains all over the place. I wanted to go home.
    Jerek nodded. "You drive, please." He handed me his keys, and we made our way to Jerek's car.