Mid wave, Tim raised an eyebrow. 'Okay, but 'find him' means sneaking into a hospital.' The kind of place with cameras, security guards, and maybe a nurse named Brenda who won't blink an eye if she sees us and throws us out. Have you seen what they carry on those clipboards? They look dangerous."
Jerry didn't look up. 'We don't have a choice,' he said, but his voice was calm. Like staring at the paper for answers to everything, he looked at it. 'If Marcus Kane has the pendant, maybe he'll know what's been happening to me.'
Tim took a loud sigh and sat down in the chair opposite Jerry. He slunk off so far back that it seemed he might fall on the floor. 'Yes yeah, because we're definitely not being smart sneaking into a hospital right now.' Why stop there? I mean while we're at it let's go rob a bank, or break into Area 51."
Tim's eyes finally met Jerry's and he smirked. "I'm glad you're down with that."
"No I'm not on board," Tim said, sitting up and pointing with his finger like a lawyer about to make a great argument. "I'm actually on the 'this is a terrible idea, we're going to jail' train." First stop? Holding cell—guys biggest nickname was Big Dave, was a guy he bartered sandwiches for friendship."
Jerry leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and shook his head. "Tim, we don't have a choice. This isn't just about me. That's bigger than whatever's going on. I need answers."
Dragging his hands down his face tim groaned like he was trying to wipe away the stress. "Fine. If we get caught I'm pinning all this on you. I'll cry if I have to. Full-on ugly crying. Tears, snot, the works."
Jerry smirked and the grin took hold.
Tim squinted at him. "That wasn't supposed to scare you to make you happy about this crazy idea."
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He stood up, scraping his chair against the floor, ignoring him. And he began pacing the room, pushing his hands up into his jacket pockets. First, it's not an option to go in through the front door. Too many people, too many questions. We'll need another way in."
Sliding a bit farther down his chair, Tim groaned louder. "Oh no. Here it comes. So you're going to say we crawl through the vents, right? You've been watching too many spy movies, I knew."
He stopped pacing and raised an eyebrow toward Jerry. "That isn't a bad idea… the vents…"
Throwing his hands in the air, Tim sat up straight. Obviously, they're not a bad idea! They're a terrible idea! What's in hospital vents? Do you know? Probably dust, spiders, and definitely ghosts! They probably haunt the front desk's Brenda on her days off.
Jerry faced him entirely and his expression calm but serious. "So what's your idea, then? Let's wait and see if the answers come to us here?"
Tim put his chin on his hands and leaned forward. "What I'm saying is we got to think about this first." Maybe we dress up as doctors. When I can I get one of you dudes a fancy white coat and one of those clipboards. No one questions a clipboard."
His smirk returned as Jerry raised an eyebrow. "So are you telling me doctors don't do anything?"
Tim shrugged. "How hard can it be? You look serious, say big words like 'stat' and make sure you wash your hands a lot."
Jerry shook his head softly and chuckled. "And pretending to be a doctor, let's put that on the list of crimes we're committing."
"Hey," Tim said, pointing at him like he was offended. "And if we're going to commit crimes let's do it big time." What's next? Breaking into the system to locate where Marcus was kept? "Hiring a helicopter for getting out of here?"
To avoid further embarrassment Jerry headed back to where the table stood and took his jacket. "I bet you don't think you're a bad comedian."
Tim grinned. There is one thing about it that is funny enough to keep you from losing your mind.
Jerry threw a glance at Jessica then sighed while pulling on his jacket. "You see, Tim or otherwise, we can't do this and I will end up losing it." It is like some thing is c lose ning in on me for every second that I am still here. I see, If Marcus knows anything, I need to find out.
Tim slipped the remaining papers in his backpack and stood with a sigh. "Fine. But, I promise you, if this fails, I'll be the one to bring out this was your initiative. I'll write it on the police report: 'Blame Jerry Blade.'"
Finally, Jerry opened the door and looked back with a low and lecherous wink. "Oh, and you know, make sure that you spell my name right."
Tim followed him out to the cool fresh air where he proceed to curse under his breath. But if I'm killed while I'm doing this, I'll come back to haunt you. This is true for every function of the body, every time you eat, every time you sleep bam! Ghost Tim. You'll never get rid of me."
Jerry laughed gently, and then mopped his forehead with his handkerchief, while shaking his head. "I'll keep that in mind."
Tim folded his hands into the pocket at the front of the hoodie he wore and looked up at the stars as they walked. "I'm serious, man. Ghost Tim. And you better not call an exorcist—I'll make it worse.
Jerry laughed loudly and walked on the street as they go to their next misadventure.
I stopped writing this novel cuz my contract was rejected, let me know if you'd like me to continue
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