Running with a murderer (Schlattbur) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITING)

(I changed the detectives sorry.)

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I'm really starting to hate this dude....

Its been three days since this detective dude has been bothering them. No matter how many times carson told them he didn't know where they were at or haven't heard of them since the last time he saw them it was like the detective giving in.

They had him sitting at the table again for the 80,000th time that week with his phone on the table annoyingly staring at the lieutenant.

" Look buddy– "

" Detective. " detective dave or dream said, carson huffs out air " sorry, DETECTIVE, again we haven't seen them. " Dave hums not saying a thing, Dave looks down at some papers writing something down with sergeant clay just standing beside him, carson was getting really annoyed by dave, even hearing him writing on the paper pissed him off.

" JESUS CHRIST DUDE WE SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY'RE AT(!) AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN WRITING(?!) THIS IS SERIOUSLY PISSING ME OFF!! "

Dave looks up at him raising a brow " why the sudden shout? " he asked " because this is pissing me off!!! " Dave sets the papers down " and please, explain why Mr. King. " carson huffs out air angrily " all of this shit(!) I haven't gone back to my job in three days(!) Plus none of my friends haven't had good sleep because of you stupid cops(!) Half of them can't even stay up(!) Or even go anywhere without even cops having to spy on them also!!! "

Dave hums " well if you tell me where your friends are maybe we will leave you alo– " carson slams his hands on the table " GODDAMMIT(!) WE DONT KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THEY ARE!!! " Sergeant clay slams his hands against the table, carson jumps back as clay stares him down,

" Lower your voice. " he sternly spoke.

" Carson, " carson looks back at the lieutenant " now are you sure that you don't know where they could go(?) Friends(?) Family(?) Places(?) Anywhere? " carson sighs rubbing his face " no, no I don't..... " Dave scoffs " your no fucking help. " carson looks straight up at the lieutenant " e-excuse me??? " " you heard me king, " carson held a confused face.

" funny how these men who worked at the same job you been working at for two years, that you call friends, might as well call them strangers, funny how you don't know nothing about them, not even places they enjoy to go to or would like to go. "

Carson furrowed his brows, his attention went to clay who seemed to walk away and began to look around " king. " carson looks back at dave and glares,

" well I'm sorry that I didn't have time to know them lieutenant, I mean I have a job to focus on. " carson spoke back. Dave furrows his brows " I'VE BEEN WORKING IN THIS JOB FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS AND I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE. " Dave raised his voice " WELL CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU LIEUTENANT, YOU DID SOMETHING THAT I COULDN'T DO, "

Dave stood there glaring " WHAT(?) DO YOU WANT A AWARD OR SOMETHING??? " Dave slams his hands on the table " Say something smart again and I'll cuff you in seconds.... " they both glared at each other " Jesus you guys are going to break the table, might as well just break it. " they both look over at cooper, a tired looking cooper, carson raised a brow " C-Cooper(?) What're you– "

Carson cut himself off seeing all of his friends, down and tired, carson was now very fucking confused " Why are you guys home so early(?) Our shifts doesn't end until– "

" Carson... " Travis started " we all got fired today.... " carson froze " w-wha– "

" We got fired today carson, including you. " josh spoke seriously " why??? " cooper sighed " we were all lacking as fuck, we kept on falling asleep, we ended up messing up more than ten orders, and charlie accidentally spilt coffee all over a lady in white. " charlie sighed " a bad day to wear white... " he mumbled " and you lost yours for not coming into work nor calling the boss to let him know. "