My asshole brother bought her back in September '57. That's when you got your new model year, in September. Brand-new, she was.
“Well Champ, what do you want to do now?” Sheri asked, as they pulled into their driveway.
“I was thinking we should find out who owns that house. Can’t be too difficult to look up an owner, especially with the address. Once we find out who owns it, we can go from there.” He replied, unlocking the door and heading for his laptop. Sheri followed, figuring now was as good a time as any to start some dinner. They’d likely be up late researching whomever owned that huge house.
As Deadblood started by looking up the address, Sheri decided on spaghetti. Setting her big pot in the sink to fill up with water she turned to the pantry to pull out the rest of the ingredients when a knock sounded from the front door. Deadblood looked up from the laptop, frowning.
“You don’t think...” She started, as he shook his head.
“No. No one followed us. I made sure of it.”
“Then who do you think it is?” Deadblood shrugged, setting the laptop aside and starting towards the door as the knocking continued.
Deadblood looked out the peephole, somewhat surprised to see two cops standing on the front steps.
“It’s cops,” He said, as Sheri trailed over.
“Well, open up. We haven’t done anything wrong,” She replied.
He opened the door and now he realized that these were not just any two policemen, but the ones that had taken the report about Sheri’s ‘stolen’ car.
Fuck. Had they found her car somehow? It seemed utterly impossible that they’d ever manage to retrieve it from that sinkhole, but stranger things had happened. He was wracking his brain for a plausible excuse when the first officer spoke.
“We’re here about Ms. Stull’s car,” He said, as Sheri joined Deadblood in the doorway. “We recovered it earlier this evening from a private residence. Seems you were right, ma’am Just a publicity stunt-”
“I knew it was King Gojinn.” The second officer interupted, grinning giddily as his partner gave an irritated sigh.
“Yes, from King Gojinn’s residence. We’ve brought the car, and if you’d like to press charges, we can do so now.”
Deadblood turned to Sheri in utter disbelief. Sheri shook her head, smiling politely.
“Oh no, no need to press charges. It was just a stunt, no harm done. These things happen in CW, it’s just part of the territory. Thank you for bringing it back though! I really appreciate it, officer.”
Lookng relieved that he wouldn’t have to stick around for her to file another report, he brought out a small manila envelope.
“Very well. If you’ll just sign off that you received your property, we’ll be out of your hair. Car’s out in your driveway.”
Sheri followed the officer outside, Deadblood following curiously.
A practically brand new, shiny black sports car sat in the driveway. Deadblood knew immediately that it couldn’t possibly be hers, but thought better of saying anything.
Sheri smiled and signed the receipt, setting her hand on the hood.
“Not a scratch on her. Say what you want about King Weirdo, he knows how to treat a lady’s car, Champ. Thank you again, officers. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back inside and finish up with dinner. Of course if you’re still interested in those backstage passes, I’m sure Deadblood wouldn’t mind making that happen seeing as you went through all the trouble of getting my car back for me. Have a nice night!” Sheri called as she pocketed the car keys and strolled back inside the house.
Deadblood glared after her as the second officer began to grin from ear to ear, visons of meeting Darkspade gleaming in hs eyes.
My asshole brother bought her back in September '57. That's when you got your new model year, in September. Brand-new, she was. - Sheri Stull - 4:09:45 AM on 11/06/2015
