Left Unexplained

Chapter 28~

Ten minutes after he left, the sirens of incoming police cars rang from outside the station.

I sprang up and waited for the guilty to be hauled in.

Grandpa's arms were cuffed behind him and he had a deadly glare set on me. Many officers surrounded him, watching closely for any sudden movements.

From the shotgun seat of another car, an unexpected man with a snide look stepped out.

"Already here, Cameron?" he exclaimed.

"What're you doing here, Kyle?"

Was he here to press more charges against my grandfather for involving his younger brother in this mess?

'Probably not, he couldn't care less about Xave.'

"Kyle Lauckner led the police to Arthur Anderson's villa, claiming that he is the killer of Richard Murray," explained the officer behind the desk, also known as the Chief Officer. "He claims you have an evidence proving Arthur guilty. Cameron, I ask you to hand over whatever proof you have."

'How does Kyle know? The geezer only told me.'

"Cameron," grandpa growled. I looked into his glare, flinching slightly as he mouthed 'your future'.

"Cameron, give it up. You've got nothing to gain from letting your old bastard run loose," Kyle snided.

"How the hell do you even know about any of this?" I whispered only loud enough for him to hear.

He smirked back. "Hand over the recording you have of Arthur, buddy."

Grandad gritted his teeth. He had no idea I was recording the whole conversation I had with him.

'Why am I hesitating?' I wondered. 'I came here to rat him out and set Xave free. The plan included giving in the recording.'

I slowly pulled out the phone from the back pocket of my jeans.

The Chief Officer held out his hand, waiting for me to drop the evidence into it.

"Son, we need this in order to imprison the guilty," he encouraged me.

'Fuck it,' I swiped open my phone and turned the recording on for everyone to hear.

The old geezer deserved more than just a prison cell; he needed to be humiliated.

"Richard is dead...and so is our acquaintance."

Murmurs erupted amongst the officers and the tied up man let out a low growl.

I smirked. 'For once, you're helpless now.'

"You'll have no job, you'll live as a street rat, scavenging for money and hunting for food."

"Douchebag," an officer muttered.

"Low life," another one grunted. "Some nerve saying that after killing someone, and to his own grandson no less."

The Chief Officer pulled the phone out of my hand and turned the recording off. "That's enough."

He signalled another officer to prepare for a conviction. "Arthur Anderson, you are under arrest for the killing of Richard Murray and charged for framing an innocent man for this crime."

He tugged on grandpa's handcuffs roughly and got him moving.

Grandpa threw me and Kyle a last glare before being forced to turn a corner and out of our view.

Kyle turned around and stepped out of the station. I took double steps to catch up behind him outside.

"Kyle!" I called out. He halted and turned halfway. "Why'd do it?"

"Eh? Do what?" he stuck his fingers into the tiny pockets in the front of his jeans. His black leather motorcycle jacket gleamed under the white street light.

"You got Xavier out. Why'd you do that?"

"Because you weren't." His answer was short and blunt.

"What was in it for you? Having him in jail didn't seem to bother you, then why'd you get involved?"

"For a brat, you ask too many questions," he turned fully to face me. "How about I ask one of my own."

'He dodged my question though,' I noticed.

"Shoot."

"What does Xavier think?"

Was that supposed to be a trick question?

"That I told the police."

"We're keeping it that way," he ordered.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm telling him that it's you who should be stuck in his bone-crushing thank you hugs," I snorted.

"As far as he is concerned, I have nothing to do with this shit, got that?" hints of hostility creeped into his playful and careless tone.

"Dude, why'd you do it if you want nothing to do with it?"

He was hiding something, and my interest was caught. "Unless...you wanted to be involved."

He looked away.

"And you care about him," I smirked. " You're not that big bad wolf you make yourself out to be."

The guy was easier to read than the morning newspaper with a magnifying glass.

"Don't push your luck," he jabbed. "He could eat shit for all I care, but he has my last name, so I can't have him vacationing in jail while calling himself a Lauckner."

"I know bullshit when I hear it," I shot back.

"It takes a bullshitter to know bullshit, huh?" Kyle retorted, but it was only after that he realised what he said. He growled at his own slip up.

"Yup," I snickered. "Big bro's all grown up and brotherly now?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'd love to stand here and chat to you about the existence of trees, but as it turns out, I've got better things to do."

"Oh, and for future reference," he added as an afterthought. "If you're trying to sneak around with secrets, don't leisurely spill your guts out over the phone while standing near an open window," he sniggered. "Someone might hear you."

"Fuck," I cursed. "You heard me through the kitchen window?"

"Nawww don't beat yourself too hard over it, we all make mistakes...just some make more than others," he mocked.

"Well, are you going to be keeping our little secret?"

I snorted. "You sound like a little girl who just told me her crush."

His eyes turned serious, and I cleared my throat. "Well, we'll see about that. If I find it convenient for me, I'll just tell Xavier," I shrugged.

"You'll keep that away from him or I'll gag you and stuff you in a closet."

'Okay, he's serious,' I confirmed.

"Chill, I won't wreck your reputation," I brushed off.

"I'll go check up on Xave," I gave him a two finger wave. "Let's hope we never meet again, how does that sound?"

"It sounds impossible, because I'm crashing over tonight."

~ooooOOOoooo~

Welcome back, Kyle! Are you a big bad wolf or not? Will you eat my grandma or blow the hair off my chinny chin chin?

Sorry guys, I'm just trying to humour myself. 

Do you know what happened? Apparently I've been using my phone and iPad too much, so my dad being the computer engineer he is, used his skills to somehow block my internet at precisely 9:30 pm on both of those devices and auotmotaically return it at 530 am. So now my overnight vacations into the dark side of Google where I search up how life in prison is, and my overnight wattpad time is now out of reach 😡👿💩

Make me feel better with your Votes, Comments, and tears...nah just kidding, you all stay happy out there AND BE WARNED THAT SUCH INTERNET BLOCKING TECHNIQUES ARE REAL!!! Stay beautiful, Beautifuls!