⚠️swear words, mention of death/ blood⚠️
Clay and George walked around the warehouse, the lights were dim. The brunette looked around in disgust "This place is a literal dump."
Clay rolled as he tried to look for evidence "I'm sorry that this warehouse isn't what you expected."
George shot a glare at Clay, the blonde knew he was looking at him but he ignored it. The blonde looked around until he saw a drawer so he tried to open it. It was locked, he groaned.
"Having troubles?" George asked.
"Nope I'm just fine" Clay got on his knees and he noticed a key hole, he grabbed the key from his pocket and it unlocked.
"See the key was useful" Clay said putting the key back in his pocket.
"Well I'm sorry that-"
Clay put his finger near he ears, George noticed "What is it?"
"Sorry I have this really annoying ringing noise in my ear" Clay said sarcastically "I wonder why?"
He rolled his eyes "So what did you find?"
Clay looked through the drawer, it just had random names "A bunch of random names."
"This doesn't add up why would someone basically give us a key just to random names?" George asked.
"I don't think these are just random names" Clay said looking through all of the names.
"How do you know that? For all we know it could be-"
"Can you shut up for one second and let me think?" Clay asked.
George stayed quiet even when so many thoughts came through his mind staring with what and how.
"Wait a second" Clay said pulling out a file.
The blonde walked over to the table and sat the file on the desk, he the turned on the light. He looked through the file, and there was picture of a dead body.
"Isn't that?"
"Maninder Riddle" Clay said.
"But did we see him run away a few minutes ago?" George asked.
"But what if that wasn't Maninder Riddle?" Clay said "But I have no idea who it would be then."
George thought about it for a little "What if it's John Taken?"
Clay shot a glare at George, his heart dropped "No, it couldn't be."
"Why? It all makes sense he is a murderer"
"Do you really think it's him?" Clay asked.
"Yeah it all makes sense, but why would he not take the key with him?" George asked.
"Its like he didn't want to."
It made sense, he stood in front of his dad "I have no idea."
"None of this matters now he's probably heading off somewhere else now" Clay closed the file.
"But we have a start, and it does matter" George said "We have proof that John Taken stood right in front of us today, that's pretty damn good."
"I guess so, here" Clay gave the file to George "Now come on let's go."
Clay opened the door for George, then the were swarmed with the police.
"CCPD, put you hands in the air!" One of the cops yelled at the two.
George dropped the file on the ground in front of the police, and he put his hands together in front of the cop "Go on, arrest me."
Clay looked at George, is this bitch serious?
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Clay and George we're in prison, in a cell together. They had one phone call but they had to wait for a while. The blonde sat against the bars and George paced around the medium sized cell.
"Go on arrest me, like that was a good idea" Clay said.
"Well I'm sorry okay I was panicking" George said he was basically yelling.
"George calm down" Clay said.
"I am calm Clay!"
"You just said my real name, your still panicking" Clay said.
"Fine" George said "But-"
"Before you starting running your mouth again I found out something about you" Clay said.
"And what would that be?" George crossed his arms as he leaned against the bars.
"You talk a lot" Clay sighed.
"As a reporter it is my job."
Clay rolled his eyes "Well your definitely succeeding at it."
The cop walked up to the cell "So which one of you two is gonna make the call?"
George looked at Clay, and the stood up and sighed "I will."
The officer opened the cell door and George backed away, Clay then walked out of the cell. He held onto Clays arm with a tight grip basically feeling his muscles as he lead his to the call room. The blonde grabbed the phone and dialed a certain number.
He waited for the person to answer "Hello?"
"Heyy Tegan, um I need your help" Clay said and he explained everything fast as possible.
"You dumb bitch, I'll be there in a few minutes" Tegan hung up the phone.
Clay sighed as he put the photo back, the officer gripped his arm again and lead him back to the cell. The cop opened the cell door and Clay inside locking it. The blonde fell back to the floor with his legs crossed.
"Who did you call?" George asked.
"Ghostbusters."
"Your so stupid" George said.
"Tegan, I called Tegan" Clay said "Then after I'll drop you off at your house."
"Okay" George said "I can't wait to get out of this place."
"Now you know what it's like to be a prisoner" Clay said.
"Yeah so much fun" George said, he looked at Clay "Are you okay?"
Clay looked at George "I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"Ever since I mentioned John Taken you've been acting weird" George said.
"I don't know what your talking about, I'm okay."
George knew something was up, because he deals with stuff for a living. He just let it go.
People who say their "fine" they aren't really fine...
10 minutes later...
The two were still in the cell, waiting for Tegan. A officer opened the cell door "You two are free to go."
Clay stood up and they walked out of the cell, they got escorted to get their belongings. Once they retrieved their belongings they walked to the front desk. And there was Tegan sitting down, in one of the chairs once she saw them she stood up.
"Come on let's go" Tegan said.
"Stay out of trouble you two" The officer said.
The three walked out of the station and Tegan looked at George "Are you okay George?"
"Yeah I am."
She looked at Clay and punched him in the shoulder, and only her punches hurt Clay "What is wrong with you!"
"And why are you wet?"
"He decided to jump off a cliff into water to grab a key" George said.
"Which was helpful" Clay wrapped his tie around the back of his neck.
George continued to walk to the car as Tegan looked at Clay "What's wrong?"
They were far behind George so the brunette wouldn't hear them "I saw my dad, for the first time in years."
Tegan looked at Clay "Oh Clay."
"Yeah" Clay said "But I didn't notice until George said something, he was disguised as a dead man."
"What he knows?" Tegan asked.
"No, no he doesn't" Clay said "Once he knows everything goes down hill."
"Your gonna have to tell him, he's probably suspecting something already" Tegan said.
"You forget he's one of the most popular reporters here."
"I'm not telling George" Clay said.
"I just wish I could live a life without knowing my dad is the most dangerous criminal out there, and the facts that he's still out there-"
"Clay you need to stop worrying about it, just focus on work for now" Tegan said.
"And just finishing this story."
"Yeah I guess so" Clay said "It just pisses me off, he was right in front of me."
Authors note: Things are about to get good, just you wait!
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