The Cabin in the Woods

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Privington, Ashville not only holds the most interesting records of criminals, but it also is the home to the three young detectives; Marty, Wesley, and Jackie. After closing down yet another stolen goods operation, the trio is called upon to take on another task. However, this time it's different, and later on known to be extremely dangerous.

Chief Blanton, of the Privington Police Department, has given the young sleuths the task of finding his son, who has disappeared. Of course they accept, not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into. When Jackie gets kidnapped, will the trio decide to back off or will they fight on? Will they find the chief's son, or will they fail?

Read on to dive deeper into this mystery.

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11. Chapter 11 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

We made our way over to the door that stood just a little farther from the secretary's desk, a name plaque shining bright from its recent polishing. We knocked once and heard a 'come in', and we entered. Chief Blanton's office was quite large, and also very beautiful. The desk and cabinets and shelves were uniquely carved with flower designs, and they were polished so often that you could see your own reflection. The shelves held many books, books that were on law, slang, coding and so much more. On the other side of the room there was a glass door cabinet full of rewards that the chief had collected over the years. Under our feet was a nice grayish carpet, and in front of the desk sat four chairs. Behind it sat Stuart Blanton, the Chief of the Privington Police Department. He had sharply cut brown hair and, although he was in his early to mid forties, no grays were visible. Usually he was a very happy person, but today it seemed as though something was really bothering him. He had bags under his eyes from loss of sleep, and no sparkle shown in his eyes—just sadness.

 

"Good evening, sir," I spoke out.

 

He looked up at the three of us, and managed a smile. "Good evening, Jackie." Then seeing Marty's condition, his expression changed completely. "Marty, m'boy! What on earth happened?"

 

"Well, Jackie and I sort of received a few blows here and there. Nothing broken, though."

 

"You too, Jackie?" Mr.Blanton asked, concerned. He treated us as if we were his own children sometimes. It was nice, though. He was always concerned when we got injured from cases, or if we got into some trouble while trying to solve a mystery.

 

I nodded my head. "I got a kick in the stomach is all."

 

"I'm sorry to hear that. Luckily it wasn't anything more.’’ He looked down at his desk momentarily, sadness and despair crossing over his face. Whoever we were to look for was certainly significant enough to render the chief speechless at times. ‘’Anyhow, if you don't mind taking a seat I'd like to get to the issue we have at hand." We all took a seat in front of the desk, and waited for the chief to continue. "Last Saturday, Frank, my son, disappeared. I've had as many men as I could take go and search for him, but it seems hopeless. I know how well you three work together, and I was hoping if you could attempt this one?’’ He pressed a smile onto his face, but I as well as Marty and Wesley could see through it, knowing that it wasn’t genuine. ‘’I completely understand if your injuries are too much of an issue right now, and you probably don’t get enough rest as it is. I---’’

 

‘’Sir,’’ Wesley stopped him. ‘’We will take it. It is your son after all.’’

 

‘’Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind letting you go.’’

 

‘’No questions about it. We’re taking this one,’’ we all said in unison, receiving a sigh of relief and content from the chief.

 

After the conference had ended, we said our goodbyes to the chief as he rushed out of his office, racing to another important meeting. He had left a file on his desk for us, which I assumed was information on his son—age, occupation, and the like. Having everything that we needed, we made the final trip of the night—going back home.

 

"Taxi!" I called for the third time today.

 

Man, we've got to start using other ways of transportation. I don't want to be spending all our well earned money on taxis, that's for sure. I expected the driver to pull to the side and let us in as usual, knowing that they would grab any chance they could at receiving some money. However, the vehicle didn't stop for us, but kept driving.

 

"Well then," I muttered in disbelief.

 

"It's alright, Jackie. You just don't have the charm that I do," Marty bragged, walking towards the edge of the sidewalk in hopes of hailing the next taxi.

 

Charm? Then why on earth would he making an attempt when Wesley was standing right behind me?

 

Not too long of a wait and another yellow car came down the street. Marty put his hand up high, waving it, and called 'taxi!' just like I had. I laughed as Marty was treated with the same result I had received.

 

"It's a matter of charm, is it now? I don't see anyone who possesses that quality..." I joked, laughing.

 

"Hardy-har-har. Very funny," Marty commented. Two for me and one—sorry, none for Marty. This really was a good night.

 

"I guess we'll just have to walk home," Wesley spoke up after we had failed to see another source of transportation coming our way.

 

It took us about five to eight minutes to get here by taxi from our house, so it would have to be about ten to fifteen, twenty minutes if we were to walk back. That wasn't bad at all usually, but with my sore spot it would make things a little harder. I guess I'd have to try to ignore the pain, put my mind on other things. We started the short journey home, and just as I had predicted my side began to ache. As I chatted with Marty and Wesley though, it was soon forgotten. We talked about the case and took short looks at the file to get an idea as to what we were we looking at.

 

A vague image of Frank was implanted in my mind after I had taken my eyes off the photo. He was very young and quite good looking, and I thought him to be somewhere around my age. He had full brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes that gleamed with positive spirit. He was well built and pretty tall (6.4 feet to be exact), and overall looked almost to be a clone of his father.

 

I wonder what had happened to him. Why did he go missing? Was he involved in some bad business? Or was it simply because Frank's father was the Chief of Police, and that the culprits could get some money out of it? I suppose I'd have to wait to get the answer.

 

We finally reached the tall and old building that we called home, but as soon as we entered I grabbed a sweater and turned to leave.

 

"Jackie? Where are you going at this time of night?" Marty asked as he took off his shoes.

 

"Just for a quick walk down the block and back," I answered.

 

"What about that rest the nurse suggested?"

 

"I'm fine. Besides, I can't sleep now anyways. I'm wide awake, and the fresh air felt nice on our walk home."

 

"Well how about I come with? It's not safe at night, you know." I flushed. He was worried about what might happen to me. But, it was probably just because I was a good friend of his.

 

"It's okay, Marty. Thank you though. You get some rest now, alright? You're the one who ended up with the worst part of it." I indicated his bandages. Marty looked me over, processing this through his mind, wondering if he should or shouldn't let me go alone.

 

"Hm. Alright," he sighed as if this was a bad idea. "Be safe though!"

 

"I will! Thanks Marty, night!" I called as I walked out of the door.

 

The door was closed behind me, and I was all alone in the darkness of the night.

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