The Iraqi Wall Clock.

**Mini** · 9th September 2005, 11:17 PM

do it fast buddy

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**nirosha sen** · 11th September 2005, 06:41 AM

I'm equally intrigued Surya!! Although missing girl's best buddy may not be so innocent or cookie after all????? Just guessing!!

C'mon ply us some more!!

**gorgeous gaayini** · 16th September 2005, 10:51 PM

hey, surya, very nice story, carry on, i'm wating.

**Surya** · 21st September 2005, 03:21 AM

Thanks a lot for waiting guys!!

Here's the next 3.

I'm going to have faster updates now.

Chapters 6-8.

6.
I got a Boca Burger at a nearby Denny’s, and parked the car across the street from the school. The digital clock in the car read 11:57 am, still had a half an hour to lunch. I thought about what had happened today so far. I came to the school to meet some of Allison’s friends. I did in the Library. Everyone listed except for Joseph Green, who had a nasty bruise on his face. After I finished, everyone left, and Ashley tells me that Joe was on a date with Allison the day she was missing, a date her parents and god forbid, anyone else shouldn’t about. I glanced at the clock again. 11:58 am. Still a little more than a half an hour till lunch. I pulled my Cougar Magnum out of its holster and checked the bullets. It was all there. Why wouldn’t it be? I put it back. It was quiet, real quiet. I started tapping my fingers to play different rhythms on the steering wheel. Bhoom-chi-ca, bhoom-chi-ca, bhoom bhoom. BEEEP!!! My body jumped inside the car, and my heart jumped inside my chest. Whew! I breathed a couple times. The damn horn!! I took another deep breath and looked at the clock. It read 11:59 am. Another half an hour.

7.
I left the car and went into the school office, and told them that I’d like to meet Joseph in the library at lunch, and went back into the Library. The librarian smiled again, so did I. I walked up to one of the computers to kill the next 28 minutes.

8.
The bell for lunch rang. I had spent the last half hour looking up pictures of Victoria Secret models through Google.com. When the librarian looked in my direction, I minimized the window, and read Yahoo! News. A few minutes after the bell Joe walked in escorted by another woman I’d seen in the office. He slugged inside and collapsed on a chair staring at the empty bench in front of him. I sat at a desk in front of him, and stared at his bruise for a minute. He didn’t do anything. “Alright Joe, why don’t you start by telling me what happened to Allison.” He didn’t say anything. I sat there just looking at him for a few more seconds. His eyes slowly moved up to me. “Wow! That’s a nasty bruise you got there!” I said. “Just another school yard fight?” He just looked at me without saying a word. “Or is that a gift from Ms. Powell for invading her personal space?” His eyebrows went up, he wasn’t amused.
“HEY FU*K YOU! YOU’RE JUST A LITTLE PRICK IN A LEATHER JACKET! WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU KNOW?!” I looked passed him at the librarian who was now curios to know what was going on. I raised my right hand and waved at her.
“It’s Okay!” She sat back down, still curious. I looked at Joe. He was still staring at me. I wrapped my left foot around one of the legs of his chair and pulled him close to my desk letting him look through the opening of my leather jacket into the holster which held the Magnum. He flinched and tried to get up. “Sit down Joe!” He sat quickly. Not so tuff now are we? I went close to his face. “Now listen Joe. This whole act your trying to throw. This ‘fu*k the world’ act, it might work with your mom, it might even work with some of these teachers at the school. But it ain’t gonna work with me.” He nodded. “You know why? Because I know things. I know you have a history of sexual harassment; I know that you were on a date with Allison the day she went missing. Now I could just tell the Mayor of Frisco that I think you raped his daughter, and won’t tell me where she is, or you could tell me what really happened, and maybe, maybe we can work out a deal.” He seemed quite convinced, and ready to break into tears.
“I don’t know where she is man!” Damn it!
“That doesn’-“
“Let me finish.”
“I’m listening.”
“I was on a date with her, we went to Grizley Peak.” A hilly area in Berkeley which has a gorgeous view of the city. “We were talking, and these guys opened the car and pulled her out.” Tears started to form in his eyes. “ I tried to stop them, I tried to fight the fu*kers off, but they were just too big, and too many.” Guys? “They were speaking in some language. German or Russian of something.” German or Russian guys kidnap the Mayor’s daughter? “I clocked one of them in the jaw, and this bald guy got my jaw, and I passed out, when I woke up, they were gone.” He started to cry. Slowly, and quietly, but he was crying. German or Russian guys? I didn’t like where this was going.
To Be Continued…..

So wassup!

**pavalamani pragasam** · 21st September 2005, 07:20 AM

Interest sustained!

**Mini** · 21st September 2005, 05:17 PM

good, but wenz the next episode cmg up?

**svasu_ani** · 21st September 2005, 05:55 PM

the story is interesting..pls post the next episodes soooooon..waiting

**Surya** · 22nd September 2005, 08:55 PM

Thanks for the reviews guys!!

Next Update? Probably by Sunday.

**rsubras** · 23rd September 2005, 05:40 PM

hey surya that was a real nice story.......... you sure write so maturedly.......... now i am worried (hey seriously) about the safety of that little girl........ hope you dont do anything to her.........