The Amendment

Chapter Nine

"Man, you never know when something like that is going to happen." I sigh as Jerod laughs, moving back over to the oven to put the cooked back over the egg, and then scoop the whole thing out, gently shuffling it onto a plate.

I slouch back onto the bar stool as I watch him, and he asks as he continue to put more bacon on the pan, "What did you do in your cell? You must've done more than just sit around."

"Well," I rub the back of my neck with my hand, as I think about whether I should tell Jerod about Dagon or not, "I may have sent my powers away."

"To Dagon I'm assuming? You were going to do it sometime sooner or later." Jerod says as he turns to face me, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes." I reply, but leave out the part of my death wish attached to my power, and say, "I didn't want him to feel trapped like I did."

"Makes sense." Jerod nods before turning back to the oven as I nod, biting the inside of my cheek between my molars. I don't tell him the truth because I'm afraid of what he'll say if I tell him I just wanted to die.

"What made you decide to have eggs for breakfast?" I ask, trying to ease my way into a different conversation in a subtle way.

"Well, I figured I was going to try something I've been thinking about for the past seventeen years." Jerod says with a chuckle, "Eggs sound lovely to my stomach."

"I see." I nod, then settle for a sigh as I put my head on my arms above the counter. Jerod turns around and looks at me, then asks, "What was that for?"

"Just feeling meh." I respond, "A bit relaxed but also wondering what's going to happen next. It seems like something else is going to happen soon."

"Try not to think about it." Jerod says as he hands me a plate, an egg with bacon placed neatly on the glass dish. I smile at the masterpiece before me and say, "Thanks buddy."

"No problemo, Amethyst." Jerod turns off the stove before bringing his own plate over, and then sits beside me. He practically shovels the eggs into his mouth, and I watch silently as I chew on my bacon, which my brother cooked perfectly.

"Nice job on the bacon, by the way." I say before chowing down on my egg, the spices and flavors a treat in the morning. I sigh and then sit back with a content smile as Jerod mumbles something.

"What did you say?" I ask after swallowing and then picking up another piece of my delicious breakfast. I twist my head sideways and look at Jerod who is hunched over, his nose almost touching his egg.

"Are you alright?" I question as Jerod straightens, laughing with his mouth completely full.

He swallows and then says, "That is the best thing I have ever tasted. No wonder human food is so good compared to their raw shark fin and puffin. This is real food."

I chuckle before finishing off my egg, sitting back as I watch Jerod savor his breakfast. He puts another square in his mouth and moans before mumbling around a mouthful of bacon and egg, "Oh, this is amazing. Who knew I'd be such a great cook?"

I laugh and then get up from my seat, grabbing my plate as I pat Jerod's shoulder and say, "You make me laugh. Who knew?"

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"Where's my car?" I gasp as I step out from Jerod's Mitsubishi Lancer and onto the sidewalk, looking where my car used to be. The only sign of it's place is some glass spread out on the pavement.

"You said it was here?" Jerod questions as he looks around in a bit of confusion, looking slightly lost. I don't blame him after all that's happened.

"Yes, it was right here." I wave my hand at the road which has glass over it like confetti at a birthday party, and I sigh in frustration. Dagon's hand reaching through my window flashes through my mind as a nasty memory, and I flinch slightly.

"Weird. Was there any reason they would've taken it?" Jerod asks as we stand on the sidewalk, just looking out at the busy road as cars unknowingly go over the last place my car was. It makes me a bit sad at the same time as angry; all that money into my car, just to have it stolen.

"I don't think so. Maybe they just took it because they could find a way to get a key for it? If not, the inly things I had in there were simple, CD's, a charger, pens, and my journal." I respond before slapping a hand to my forehead.

That journal is essentially priceless. There is so much information in there about possible suspects, odd actions or suspicious moves. Some stuff goes very deep into other circumstances of the past, and having those situation reappear would not be great for my reputation or my company's, for that matter.

"What is it? Was there something else in there?" Jerod asks as I groan in the complete feeling of idiocy.

How could I be so foolish as to leave something like that in my car? Why wouldn't I take inside and hide it in a drawer? I almost can't believe how ridiculous I've been.

"Well, there's this journal I have. I use it for all of my investigations. Even small occurrences, certain off people walking around shady streets or blocks." I explain to Jerod as we get back in his car. "There is also much stuff in there that if it got out, I'd be in trouble. So they must've taken my car because they knew I kept the journal there."

"But how would they know you well enough to know you kept your investigation records and missions there? Do you even know anyone outside of our family?" Jerod questions before pulling out from the parking space, driving back in the direction of home.

"I have no idea how I'd be watched like that. You'd think an Investigator could watch their own back and use their brain." I shake my head before bashing it on the headboard in disappointment. How could I be so foolish? I don't think I'll ever find the answer.

"You should've been watching." Jerod shakes his head with a sly grin, and I shove his shoulder playfully before saying, "That helps a lot, thank you very much. But back to the point, Boss is going to tear my hair out if they find out what just went down."

"Who even if your boss? Do you know their identity?" Jerod questions before I shake my head once more.

"No. I just know they're a male and pay me very well. I had my doubts about them and still do, since I don't have their first or last name. As well as the fact I've never seen them face to face or the building they work from." I respond sulkily, growing more frustrated with myself.

"Well, you can just hope for the best. Maybe a tow truck took it away since it was in the middle of a road. Maybe someone innocent took it and is now guilty because they're trying to sell it." Jerod pauses as I let the thoughts sink in.

I realize there many possibilities, and I feel slightly better, other than the fact I feel like a complete and utter less bozo.

"Cheer up, buddy. We'll figure things out." Jerod pats my shoulder lightly before I nod, thinking sarcastically, boy, I hope you're right.