person?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: I mean what are the surroundings??
Him: Oh, she's on a couch and she looks really young and unhappy.
She's kinda bloody and taped up.
Me: Is the couch kinda tan colored?
Him: Yeah.
Me: Kinda ugly lookin??
Him: Well I don't know, I wasn't paying that much attention the girl
was there.
What a pervert. I'm not gonna make it home, I'm going to jail on
this one. That's all there is to it folks. The couch in the picture
is one in our apartment, but we don't have any blood stains on it.
Not that I know of anyway.
Me: So do you think the cops have tried to contact me? I'm going
home like right now and I wanna get this straight before I go.
Him: Yeah they should have called you by now. Don't drag this into
your parents house, get it fixed. I shouldn't be telling you any of
this, but you look like a nice good guy so I am.
Me: Ok, thanks, I'm going to my apartment now. Ho boy.
Him: Yeah, check your answering machine and remember, you didn't hear
this from me.
Me: Ok, thanks.
First of all, DUH I'M NOT GONNA BRING THIS HOME WITH ME. I mean,
who would be dumb enough to not fix this and go home only to have the
state cops come to their parents house and arrest them?? I mean I
know some of you are thinking of some people, but I'm not one of
em!!!
I then leave Rite Aid. I go to the apartment, trying to figure out
what in the heck is going on. I don't. All I know is that I'm going
to jail, going directly to jail. And I don't even know why yet.
Soooo I get to the apartment, and in the door is a business card.
The back of it is facing out and on it is written. "CALL ME ASAP."
On the front of this card is a badge, and a name. We'll call him
detective Kojak. Hooooo boy. I go inside and check the voice mail.
There are five messages, two from mom, grreeeaatt, one from Detective
Kojak, one from Rite Aid and one from the eye doctor. Don't ask
about the last one, that's another story, a long long story. So
anyway, message one from Mom says that a Detective Kojak called and
what does he want and something about Rite Aid and lost pictures and
she thinks its a scam cause why would a detective want to talk to me
because of Rite Aid and lost pictures. Blah blablah blah blah blah
blaaahhh. Then Kojak comes on, he tells me who he is. He tells me
that he would like to speak to me right away about some pictures I've
taken. He tells me how I can contact him. He tells me I should do
so very quickly and that he has talked to my mother. The message
from the guy at Rite Aid says that he found my pictures and that I
should come in and pick them up. So what was the big deal with
having me listen to the message, unless the S.W.A.T. Team is coming
up the steps or through the window any second now. Then the second
message from mom is that she called the detective and he is for real
and I should go see him and I shouldn't screw around and she told me
so and turn left and blah blah blah blah and call him right away and
don't forget this and don't do that and what have I done and on and
on and on and on for hours. I was screaming into the phone that I
would call him but someone won't shutup so I can call. Finally,
after hours and hours of blah blah, I can use the phone once again.
I call detective Kojak. I get the dispatcher, so I ask to speak with
Kojak, the guy tells me he is busy on the phone, can I call back in
ten minutes. Yeah sure, fugitive on the run I got 10 minutes till I
hit the border. So I wait 10 minutes and I call back. I get the
dispatcher again,
Him: Who may I ask is calling?
Me: Jackson Knoll
Him: Ohhhh ok, hold on.
Me: *sigh* ho boy.
Kojak: Jackson?
Me: Yeah
Kojak: this is Detective Kojak, it seems you have some very
disturbing photos that I would like to hear you explain.
Me: Oh really? Of what?
Kojak: Well there is this girl tied up in duct tape, she looks
really young and unhappy. There is also a picture of a hole.
Me: Well I do work for Arch Services, so that is what the hole is,
but I don't know what is going on with this girl, can I see the
pictures?
Kojak: Yes, come on down, I'll be here for another hour or so.
Me: (as if I didn't know) Where is the police station anyway?
He tells me where it is and I tell him I'll be right there on my
bike.
I walk into the cop shop. I pick up the black phone to talk to the
person behind the bullet proof glass.
Me: May I speak with Detective Kojak?
Her: Yes, who are you?
Me: Jackson Knoll
Her: Oh ok, he'll be right out.
Me: Great.