about possibilities of Nick not being the killer, after all.
"Hmmm…maybe someone stole the knife from Nick?" Collin asked himself out loud. Luckily for him, there was no one around who noticed he was talking to himself. "Someone who knew Nick had the knife and thought…yeah! If someone knew Nick had it and he borrowed it from Jess, then that means there would be TWO possible suspects while the guy who stole it from Nick would be getting off scot-free! Yeah! It makes sense! Now who was…Ian! Yeah! Maybe it was him!"
Collin was getting anxious now and his blood started pumping through him much more quickly. "I'd better take Ian into questioning now and…ugh, no, that won't work."
He realized at that point that, even though Ian didn't want to talk about anything, he didn't seem to have an obvious motive either, but to add on to that, there was nothing that would make it seem like Collin's theory, which was speculation enough as it was, was actually correct.
"Ugh…Ian's probably told me everything he knows. I don't think I'm gonna get anything new out of him. Maybe I just need to think about who might know something about Scott dying instead of just thinking about who did it."
As he was deep in though, he suddenly came to a realization and was ready to hit himself on the head for missing the obvious choice.
"Of course!" he said excitedly. "I know who I should find out more from! Yeah! It'll work. I've gotta find something this time! There's just no way I can't !"
He had no idea that right next to him was a somewhat large looking man looking at him as if he had eyeballs on the side of his head. When Collin noticed the tourist standing to the side, he jumped and stood at attention. "Is there a problem?"
The man continued looking at him in a confused way; his look seemed to be asking, "Is this kid all right?"
"There's no paper in one of the stalls," the man said.
"Er…right. I'm on it."
Chapter 9
Another Questioning
It was right around lunch time and the staff members of Arbur Winslow were taking their daily hour off just to get some quick energy that they would need to last through the rest of the day. All of them, that is, except for Collin, who was instead standing at the door to the main office. Something very heavy was weighing on his mind.
He took a deep breath and seemed to be asking himself, "Do I really want to do this?". After ultimately deciding the answer to that question was a "yes", he knocked on the door.
"Hello?" came a voice from behind the door. It was Lisa's.
"It's me."
"Come on in."
Inhaling once again, Collin slowly opened the door and peeked in rather slowly.
"Hi, Collin," Lisa said, sounding decidedly neutral.
"Hi. I, uh…wanted to ask you about something."
"Go ahead," Lisa allowed, despite the fact she was feeling very suspicious about what it was that he wanted to talk about.
"Uh…about last summer with Scott…"
"No!"
"What?"
"Collin, we are not talking about this anymore, all right?! It's over and done with. Let the police do whatever they can now if they want. I'm not doing anything that'll either help'em or hurt'em."
"Yeah, but…"
"Look at you ! You're an eighteen year old kid paying off his gas money by picking up napkins people drop. You've got the least amount of right of any of us to be sticking their nose into this!"
"That's not true!" he insisted. "I've worked at the station and I know what goes on there. And trust me, those guys need all the help they can get."
Upon hearing this, Lisa covered her eyes with her left hand and acted as if her head was beginning to throb.
"What do you want?"
Collin was stunned to hear that. "…what?!"
"What do you want?!"
"But you just said…"
"I know what I just said! If it'll get you to just shut up, I'll play along with your little game!"
He wanted nothing more than to lash out at her for that remark, but he held himself back and didn't want to waste that one opportunity
"Hmmm…maybe someone stole the knife from Nick?" Collin asked himself out loud. Luckily for him, there was no one around who noticed he was talking to himself. "Someone who knew Nick had the knife and thought…yeah! If someone knew Nick had it and he borrowed it from Jess, then that means there would be TWO possible suspects while the guy who stole it from Nick would be getting off scot-free! Yeah! It makes sense! Now who was…Ian! Yeah! Maybe it was him!"
Collin was getting anxious now and his blood started pumping through him much more quickly. "I'd better take Ian into questioning now and…ugh, no, that won't work."
He realized at that point that, even though Ian didn't want to talk about anything, he didn't seem to have an obvious motive either, but to add on to that, there was nothing that would make it seem like Collin's theory, which was speculation enough as it was, was actually correct.
"Ugh…Ian's probably told me everything he knows. I don't think I'm gonna get anything new out of him. Maybe I just need to think about who might know something about Scott dying instead of just thinking about who did it."
As he was deep in though, he suddenly came to a realization and was ready to hit himself on the head for missing the obvious choice.
"Of course!" he said excitedly. "I know who I should find out more from! Yeah! It'll work. I've gotta find something this time! There's just no way I can't !"
He had no idea that right next to him was a somewhat large looking man looking at him as if he had eyeballs on the side of his head. When Collin noticed the tourist standing to the side, he jumped and stood at attention. "Is there a problem?"
The man continued looking at him in a confused way; his look seemed to be asking, "Is this kid all right?"
"There's no paper in one of the stalls," the man said.
"Er…right. I'm on it."
Chapter 9
Another Questioning
It was right around lunch time and the staff members of Arbur Winslow were taking their daily hour off just to get some quick energy that they would need to last through the rest of the day. All of them, that is, except for Collin, who was instead standing at the door to the main office. Something very heavy was weighing on his mind.
He took a deep breath and seemed to be asking himself, "Do I really want to do this?". After ultimately deciding the answer to that question was a "yes", he knocked on the door.
"Hello?" came a voice from behind the door. It was Lisa's.
"It's me."
"Come on in."
Inhaling once again, Collin slowly opened the door and peeked in rather slowly.
"Hi, Collin," Lisa said, sounding decidedly neutral.
"Hi. I, uh…wanted to ask you about something."
"Go ahead," Lisa allowed, despite the fact she was feeling very suspicious about what it was that he wanted to talk about.
"Uh…about last summer with Scott…"
"No!"
"What?"
"Collin, we are not talking about this anymore, all right?! It's over and done with. Let the police do whatever they can now if they want. I'm not doing anything that'll either help'em or hurt'em."
"Yeah, but…"
"Look at you ! You're an eighteen year old kid paying off his gas money by picking up napkins people drop. You've got the least amount of right of any of us to be sticking their nose into this!"
"That's not true!" he insisted. "I've worked at the station and I know what goes on there. And trust me, those guys need all the help they can get."
Upon hearing this, Lisa covered her eyes with her left hand and acted as if her head was beginning to throb.
"What do you want?"
Collin was stunned to hear that. "…what?!"
"What do you want?!"
"But you just said…"
"I know what I just said! If it'll get you to just shut up, I'll play along with your little game!"
He wanted nothing more than to lash out at her for that remark, but he held himself back and didn't want to waste that one opportunity
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