Rusty Quill Presents

Written by K. C. Wayland

We sat for a little while after CJ was done talking and looked over her notes and what

she knew about Kalani. She didn't have a whole hell of a lot, and I guess neither

did we. We continued trying to put the pieces together, but there were a lot of holes still.

So, he left here and ended up at the arena.

If you say so.

I know that part at least, but they took him there. He didn't go there on his own.

Your words, not mine.

I still don't get why either one of you think it was with the mollars. I mean, there's not a whole lot of proof with your story.

Watch the video the night we were attacked. I don't recommend it. It's hard to stomach.

But you can see him running into the guard room when everything got crazy. He was in there for a while and didn't run like everyone else.

So what? You got audio on it? You hear what he said?

No. Not the way the system was assigned. It's time lapse.

So you have no idea. Why would he risk being in there unless he has someone to contact?

There could be a lot of reasons. I don't know. Call for help, maybe.

Really? Who are you going to call?

Ghostbusters.

All right, seriously? Enough's enough. You know what I think? It doesn't matter. From what you both said, there's no way to know for sure if you did or didn't. He's dead.

You are the one who pressed me to know.

I thought you had something more.

I don't.

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