"Wh-Who are you?" Cammie warily asked. The voice came from a man who was sitting in a booth across the room from Cammie. Catalina lie in the booth as well, slumped over across the table, unconscious. Harely was sprawled out on the floor near the man, also passed out. The man calmly sat, smirking.
He wore a mask that covered almost all of his face and obscuring his eyes, but letting his mouth open. His ash gray hat concealed most of his pitch black hair. From what Cammie could see, he had a tan complexion. He wore a large ash grey coat with a white undershirt underneath. The sleeves came all the way to his wrists and the snow white gloves that covered his hands. Cammie could see a bit of smokey grey pants and full black sneakers. He was about the same height as Catalina. Around his neck, he was wearing a light grey scarf.
When he spoke, he voice was oddly calming, but at the same time, frightening. "Oh, do you not remember me? What a shame, I thought I left quite the impression on you when we last met." He chuckled a little and beckoned for Cammie to sit down across from him.
"Wait, are you the one who slipped that note under the door?" Cammie asked, sternly, firmly holding her ground.
The man laughed at her and smirked. "Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Cammie wasn't laughing, but instead, shifted her gaze around the diner.
"What happened to them?" Cammie asked, gesturing to Catalina and Harley.
"Oh, they were being a tad troublesome, so I took the liberty of incapacitating them. It would be a shame if they screamed." Cammie grew more worried and reached back for the doorknob when the man pulled out a gun and aimed it at Catalina's head. "Now now, don't go doing that. She has such a pretty head, wouldn't you say? It'd be a shame if had to be splattered all over this lovely diner."
"How can you threaten me with their lives if they are already dead?" Cammie asked sternly, looking the man dead in where in eyes would be.
"My dear Cammie, they aren't dead, well, yet. They've simply been drugged. Now, if you wish to keep them alive, I suggest that you get over here, so we can have a nice and friendly chat." Reluctantly, Cammie withdrew from the door, stepped around Harley's unconscious body, and sat across from the man and Catalina.
"Now, since I don't seem to recall you, why don't we start with your name. Who are you?" Cammie sternly asked, shifting her gaze from the man's face to the gun held at the back of Catalina's head.
"You honestly don't remember me? I'm so surprised, though, it's no matter. I'll be on my way once you hand over the journal, Cammie." A look of surprise and fear shot across her face.
"Wh-What journal are you talking about?" Cammie asked, feeling more tense, but not breaking her gaze.
"Ah, you were always so cute when you play coy. Sadly though, I'm not here for games. The journal, Cammie, hand it over." Cammie's expression shifted from surprise to confusion. The only journal she had was the one she had been keeping notes in since she first got here. In fact, she hadn't really even used the journal until she began her trip to Swan Valley. "You kow well enough what journal I'm talking about. Hand it over, and neither of them have to die." Cammie didn't want to hand over all her notes on the investigation, but with two lives on the line, she didn't have any other choice. Reaching into her jacket, Cammie grabbed her journal. She placed it on the table in the middle and watched as the man flipped through it. "Ah, yes. I knew you had it on you. My my, you sure do take such fascinating notes." The man took the journal and placed it inside his coat. Cammie stood up to grab it back, but the man smirked and gestured to the gun. Cammie reluctantly sat back down.
"Now, I gave you the journal. Hold up your end of the deal and let them live." Cammie sternly stated, but there was still a little quivering in her voice.
The man laughed and stood up, keeping his gun trained on Catalina. He exited the booth and looked at Cammie. "You asked for my name again, correct?" Cammie nodded. "I go by many names. I can be Chad or even a Steven. If you wish, I can even be Shirley and I like long walks on the beach. However, you may call me...Hunter. Seems fitting enough, wouldn't you say." Before Cammie could respond, Hunter whipped Cammie across the face with his pistol. Cammie fell back in the booth, dazed. Hunter walked out of diner, and that was the last sight Cammie saw before she passed out.
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"....mm.......mi.....mmi.......Camm.........ammie......Cammie!......Cammie!" Mikayla yelled, trying to wake Cammie up. Cammie's eyes fluttered as she struggled to regain consciousness. She awoke and found herself lying on the ground. Cammie looked around, seeing Catalina holding her head, being comforted by Carlos and Harley, still smiling wide, being comforted by Cameron and Carlotta. Cammie struggled to get up, but Mikayla urged and gestured for Cammie to keep resting. "Careful Cammie, you took a nasty blow to the face. There doesn't seem to be any bleeding. Does anything feel or seem broken to you?" Cammie looked over her face, feeling her jaw and skull. There wasn't any extreme pain from what would have been a fracture or something broken. Her face still hurt from the pistol whip, mainly on her left side, which is where Hunter hit her.
"How...how long was I out?" Cammie asked, still a little dazed.
"It'd say it was a good half hour, give or take. 45 Minutes at most." Mikayla looked at her phone to confirm the time. Cammie sighed and check her jacket for her journal, to confirm that Hunter had taken it. To her dismay, it turned out to be true. Cammie laid her head against her knees and sighed again.
"How are Catalina and Harley?" Cammie asked, a little less dazed.
"They are fine, a little woozy, but fine. They just got up about a minute ago." Mikayla said. Cammie mustered her strength and struggled to stand up.
"I need to have a discussion with everyone. Ack-" Cammie stumbled down and nearly collapsed, if it weren't for Mikayla supporting her. Mikayla brought Cammie over to a large, circular booth to sit down. Mikayla then beckoned for everyone else to come to the booth. Catalina staggered over to the booth as did Harley, who was being supported by Cameron. The two of them sat, while the rest of them stood. "Catalina, Harley, what happened before you two passed out?" Cammie reached for her journal, instinctively, but then recalled that it had been stolen. Cammie knew that when they retold their story, keeping the details correct was of the utmost importance. She also knew that, despite her memory, she wouldn't be able to keep track of all the details just by trying to remember due to that blow to the head. She could feel her head was still a tad foggy. Reluctant, she pulled out her sCAn Pad, which thankfully, Hunter didn't take. Mikayla and the rest of them looked in awe and confusion at the strange device before them.
It was about ten inches long by eight inches wide. The device was only about half an inch thick. The main part of it was simply a flat piece of glass. On the left hand side of it was a gray handle and a light blue metal bar was across the top. In the upper left hand corner was a clear, large glass circle, about three inches in diameter. Inside was what appeared to be a camera lens.
"Umm....Is anyone else seeing that...umm...thing that Cammie has?" Catalina asked, still clearly dazed.
"I certainly am." Harley replied, her usual cheery tone still brimming.
"Cammie, what is that?" Mikayla asked, intrigued.
"Allow me to explain." Cammie paused while the rest of them sat down. "This is a device that I build myself called the sCAn Pad. It stands for Self Computerized Analysis Node. In essence, it's a touchscreen computer without the keyboard."
"Like a tablet, right?" Cameron said. "Where's the on switch?"
"Yes, it is like a tablet. The switch is in the handle. It only turns on if I hold it. It's capable of analyzing anything that is brought in view of the scanner with absolute precision. It can also take pictures and record videos and sounds. The device also holds my phone. There is, however, one major flaw in the device." Cammie stated, turning on the device. "It doesn't connect to the internet. This means that in order to recognize a piece of data, that information has to already be in the data bank. I've been trying to fix that for a few months now, but it's still very complicated. Thankfully, it is very easy to put new data in."
"So, to analyze something, you point that device of your at the what you want to analyze?" Carlos stated, resting his hand on Catalina's shoulder. Catalina smiled at him, then turned her attention back to Cammie.
"Yes, that is correct." Cammie paused and began to explain further. "For example, if I were to analyze any of you, it would give details about what it can see, but it wouldn't recognize any faces yet, since none of you are in the data bank."
"Well, why not add us? I can't hurt, right?" Harley asked in her cheery manner. Cammie pondered a bit to herself, but she knew that with her journal gone, she'd need all the avaliable info she could get. Cammie nodded and scanned all six of them, making sure to get as much detail as possible. A text box with a head shot of them appeared on the screen each time Cammie scanned them. Cammie then put each of the text boxes into a computerized folder that was titled "Swan Valley Residents". She also made sure to scan as much as she could about the diner. She'd have to get the bar scanned another time. After she was finished, she put the sCAn Pad back into her jacket.
"So, now that everyone's calmed down a bit, I'll need to get statements from Catalina, Harley, and you too Cammie." Mikayla calmly said, taking charge. They nodded and Cammie pulled back out her sCAn Pad to take notes. "So, Catalina, can you recall the events that happened before you passed out?"
"Yes, I believe so." Catalina started, still holding her head. Carlos got up and went back to the kitchen area to get her an ice pack. "We had just finished serving the last customer for the breakfast rush. We were cleaning up when this man came in. He was dressed really weird. He had a mask on, a large coat, gloves, and a really strange air to him. He had asked to be seated at a specific booth, that one." Catalina pointed to the booth where Cammie had seen Hunter seated. "I had grabbed him a menu and had given it to him when he asked for me to look at an error on the menu. He was lying and when I leaned in to look at the menu, he stabbed my neck with a needle. Everything became fuzzy and I last recall collapsing on the table. I had hit my head pretty hard too." At that time, Carlos returned with an ice pack. Catalina thanked him and held the ice pack to her head.
"I can tell you more after what happened." Harley quipped up. Mikayla nodded to Cammie and they both focused their attention to Harley, who was still smiling. "I was busing the tables, so when Catalina was stabbed with the needle, I was back in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes. When I heard Catalina collapse, I had came out to see what it was. Once I saw Catalina passed out, I rushed over to her. That's when the man stabbed me in the arm and I passed out." Mikayla nodded as Cammie finished recording Harley's recollection. During the entire time that she talked, her smile never faded in the slightest.
"Catalina, or Harley, about when was it when the man entered the diner?" Cammie asked.
"I'd have to say it was," Catalina paused to think, "About 10. What time is it now?"
"It's about 11 o'clock now." Cameron replied, looking at his phone.
"Alright. Thank you Catalina and Harley. Now, Cammie, what happened when you came in?" Mikayla asked. Cammie set the record function of her sCAn Pad to record her and placed it on the table. Cammie recollected the events that had transpired from when she first walked into the diner to when Hunter had hit her across the face. When she was done, she saved the recording into her files.
"Hunter, that what you said the man's name was?" Carlos asked, and Cammie nodded in reply. "I can't say I've heard of him. Harley, any relation to the man?" Harley smiled, but she shook her head no.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with anyone with that name." Harley replied in her cheery tone.
"Mikayla, we can trust you and Cammie to find this Hunter and bring him to justice, right?" Carlos sternly asked.
"You can count on us, Carlos. Hunter won't be able to hide from us for long." Mikayla smiled reassuringly. Cammie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Alright, now's a good time to collect my thoughts and reflect on everything that happened. This mysterious man, Hunter, may or may not have been the one who slipped the note under my door, though he might have some relation to it. There are five main questions that come to mind right now. First of all, who is Hunter and how does he know me? I don't recall him from any previous missions that I was personally hired on. Secondly, Hunter had to have know that we'd still be alive, so if he was so bent on keeping his tracks or whatever hidden, why did he leave us alive? Why not kill us, or frame one of us? Just what was so important in my journal that Hunter had to resort to measures like this to steal it? How did Hunter even know about what was in the journal? Finally, how did Hunter even know I was going to be here? He was waiting for me, but it doesn't make any sense for him to wait for me if he didn't know that I was going to even be here. He must have know somehow.
Cammie started back up her sCAn Pad and wrote herself a note with each question on it. She then placed them in a folder titled "Hunter". Another question came to mind, but this time directed to Mikayla. "Mikayla," Cammie began, getting her attention, "If we were out for as long as you said, what were you four doing? Didn't you hear anything alert yous?"
"Well, you see, the walls between the diner and the bar are good sound sponges. It's the same reason why you didn't hear when Catalina collapse on the table or Harley on the floor." Cammie nodded in understanding.
"You still didn't answer my other question. What were you four doing?"
"Well, I had finished up my phone call when Carlotta wanted to show me something. I didn't want to disappoint her by not seeing it, so I went to see it. It was a nice picture that she had drawn. I was about to join you in questioning Catalina when Carlos threw his back out trying to lift something. Luckily, from one of my good friends, I learned a massage technique to help with something like that. That took up the good majority of the time."
"For a man who threw out his back, he seems completely fine."
"Carlos is very tough. He may be in pain, but he's not about to show it. After that, I came into the diner and found you three passed out."
"You didn't call the ambulance or anything?"
"No. Catalina and Harley began to wake up. I rushed over to you to make sure you were fine."
Cammie nodded. "I do have two last questions, Mikayla."
"Go right ahead, Cammie."
"Who called you and what did they want?"
"Oh, right." A look of despair shot across Mikayla's face. Her tone got softer, but more concerned. "It was my sister," She paused, taking a big gulp, "Our defendant is waiting in the Detention Center in the jail."
He wore a mask that covered almost all of his face and obscuring his eyes, but letting his mouth open. His ash gray hat concealed most of his pitch black hair. From what Cammie could see, he had a tan complexion. He wore a large ash grey coat with a white undershirt underneath. The sleeves came all the way to his wrists and the snow white gloves that covered his hands. Cammie could see a bit of smokey grey pants and full black sneakers. He was about the same height as Catalina. Around his neck, he was wearing a light grey scarf.
When he spoke, he voice was oddly calming, but at the same time, frightening. "Oh, do you not remember me? What a shame, I thought I left quite the impression on you when we last met." He chuckled a little and beckoned for Cammie to sit down across from him.
"Wait, are you the one who slipped that note under the door?" Cammie asked, sternly, firmly holding her ground.
The man laughed at her and smirked. "Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Cammie wasn't laughing, but instead, shifted her gaze around the diner.
"What happened to them?" Cammie asked, gesturing to Catalina and Harley.
"Oh, they were being a tad troublesome, so I took the liberty of incapacitating them. It would be a shame if they screamed." Cammie grew more worried and reached back for the doorknob when the man pulled out a gun and aimed it at Catalina's head. "Now now, don't go doing that. She has such a pretty head, wouldn't you say? It'd be a shame if had to be splattered all over this lovely diner."
"How can you threaten me with their lives if they are already dead?" Cammie asked sternly, looking the man dead in where in eyes would be.
"My dear Cammie, they aren't dead, well, yet. They've simply been drugged. Now, if you wish to keep them alive, I suggest that you get over here, so we can have a nice and friendly chat." Reluctantly, Cammie withdrew from the door, stepped around Harley's unconscious body, and sat across from the man and Catalina.
"Now, since I don't seem to recall you, why don't we start with your name. Who are you?" Cammie sternly asked, shifting her gaze from the man's face to the gun held at the back of Catalina's head.
"You honestly don't remember me? I'm so surprised, though, it's no matter. I'll be on my way once you hand over the journal, Cammie." A look of surprise and fear shot across her face.
"Wh-What journal are you talking about?" Cammie asked, feeling more tense, but not breaking her gaze.
"Ah, you were always so cute when you play coy. Sadly though, I'm not here for games. The journal, Cammie, hand it over." Cammie's expression shifted from surprise to confusion. The only journal she had was the one she had been keeping notes in since she first got here. In fact, she hadn't really even used the journal until she began her trip to Swan Valley. "You kow well enough what journal I'm talking about. Hand it over, and neither of them have to die." Cammie didn't want to hand over all her notes on the investigation, but with two lives on the line, she didn't have any other choice. Reaching into her jacket, Cammie grabbed her journal. She placed it on the table in the middle and watched as the man flipped through it. "Ah, yes. I knew you had it on you. My my, you sure do take such fascinating notes." The man took the journal and placed it inside his coat. Cammie stood up to grab it back, but the man smirked and gestured to the gun. Cammie reluctantly sat back down.
"Now, I gave you the journal. Hold up your end of the deal and let them live." Cammie sternly stated, but there was still a little quivering in her voice.
The man laughed and stood up, keeping his gun trained on Catalina. He exited the booth and looked at Cammie. "You asked for my name again, correct?" Cammie nodded. "I go by many names. I can be Chad or even a Steven. If you wish, I can even be Shirley and I like long walks on the beach. However, you may call me...Hunter. Seems fitting enough, wouldn't you say." Before Cammie could respond, Hunter whipped Cammie across the face with his pistol. Cammie fell back in the booth, dazed. Hunter walked out of diner, and that was the last sight Cammie saw before she passed out.
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"....mm.......mi.....mmi.......Camm.........ammie......Cammie!......Cammie!" Mikayla yelled, trying to wake Cammie up. Cammie's eyes fluttered as she struggled to regain consciousness. She awoke and found herself lying on the ground. Cammie looked around, seeing Catalina holding her head, being comforted by Carlos and Harley, still smiling wide, being comforted by Cameron and Carlotta. Cammie struggled to get up, but Mikayla urged and gestured for Cammie to keep resting. "Careful Cammie, you took a nasty blow to the face. There doesn't seem to be any bleeding. Does anything feel or seem broken to you?" Cammie looked over her face, feeling her jaw and skull. There wasn't any extreme pain from what would have been a fracture or something broken. Her face still hurt from the pistol whip, mainly on her left side, which is where Hunter hit her.
"How...how long was I out?" Cammie asked, still a little dazed.
"It'd say it was a good half hour, give or take. 45 Minutes at most." Mikayla looked at her phone to confirm the time. Cammie sighed and check her jacket for her journal, to confirm that Hunter had taken it. To her dismay, it turned out to be true. Cammie laid her head against her knees and sighed again.
"How are Catalina and Harley?" Cammie asked, a little less dazed.
"They are fine, a little woozy, but fine. They just got up about a minute ago." Mikayla said. Cammie mustered her strength and struggled to stand up.
"I need to have a discussion with everyone. Ack-" Cammie stumbled down and nearly collapsed, if it weren't for Mikayla supporting her. Mikayla brought Cammie over to a large, circular booth to sit down. Mikayla then beckoned for everyone else to come to the booth. Catalina staggered over to the booth as did Harley, who was being supported by Cameron. The two of them sat, while the rest of them stood. "Catalina, Harley, what happened before you two passed out?" Cammie reached for her journal, instinctively, but then recalled that it had been stolen. Cammie knew that when they retold their story, keeping the details correct was of the utmost importance. She also knew that, despite her memory, she wouldn't be able to keep track of all the details just by trying to remember due to that blow to the head. She could feel her head was still a tad foggy. Reluctant, she pulled out her sCAn Pad, which thankfully, Hunter didn't take. Mikayla and the rest of them looked in awe and confusion at the strange device before them.
It was about ten inches long by eight inches wide. The device was only about half an inch thick. The main part of it was simply a flat piece of glass. On the left hand side of it was a gray handle and a light blue metal bar was across the top. In the upper left hand corner was a clear, large glass circle, about three inches in diameter. Inside was what appeared to be a camera lens.
"Umm....Is anyone else seeing that...umm...thing that Cammie has?" Catalina asked, still clearly dazed.
"I certainly am." Harley replied, her usual cheery tone still brimming.
"Cammie, what is that?" Mikayla asked, intrigued.
"Allow me to explain." Cammie paused while the rest of them sat down. "This is a device that I build myself called the sCAn Pad. It stands for Self Computerized Analysis Node. In essence, it's a touchscreen computer without the keyboard."
"Like a tablet, right?" Cameron said. "Where's the on switch?"
"Yes, it is like a tablet. The switch is in the handle. It only turns on if I hold it. It's capable of analyzing anything that is brought in view of the scanner with absolute precision. It can also take pictures and record videos and sounds. The device also holds my phone. There is, however, one major flaw in the device." Cammie stated, turning on the device. "It doesn't connect to the internet. This means that in order to recognize a piece of data, that information has to already be in the data bank. I've been trying to fix that for a few months now, but it's still very complicated. Thankfully, it is very easy to put new data in."
"So, to analyze something, you point that device of your at the what you want to analyze?" Carlos stated, resting his hand on Catalina's shoulder. Catalina smiled at him, then turned her attention back to Cammie.
"Yes, that is correct." Cammie paused and began to explain further. "For example, if I were to analyze any of you, it would give details about what it can see, but it wouldn't recognize any faces yet, since none of you are in the data bank."
"Well, why not add us? I can't hurt, right?" Harley asked in her cheery manner. Cammie pondered a bit to herself, but she knew that with her journal gone, she'd need all the avaliable info she could get. Cammie nodded and scanned all six of them, making sure to get as much detail as possible. A text box with a head shot of them appeared on the screen each time Cammie scanned them. Cammie then put each of the text boxes into a computerized folder that was titled "Swan Valley Residents". She also made sure to scan as much as she could about the diner. She'd have to get the bar scanned another time. After she was finished, she put the sCAn Pad back into her jacket.
"So, now that everyone's calmed down a bit, I'll need to get statements from Catalina, Harley, and you too Cammie." Mikayla calmly said, taking charge. They nodded and Cammie pulled back out her sCAn Pad to take notes. "So, Catalina, can you recall the events that happened before you passed out?"
"Yes, I believe so." Catalina started, still holding her head. Carlos got up and went back to the kitchen area to get her an ice pack. "We had just finished serving the last customer for the breakfast rush. We were cleaning up when this man came in. He was dressed really weird. He had a mask on, a large coat, gloves, and a really strange air to him. He had asked to be seated at a specific booth, that one." Catalina pointed to the booth where Cammie had seen Hunter seated. "I had grabbed him a menu and had given it to him when he asked for me to look at an error on the menu. He was lying and when I leaned in to look at the menu, he stabbed my neck with a needle. Everything became fuzzy and I last recall collapsing on the table. I had hit my head pretty hard too." At that time, Carlos returned with an ice pack. Catalina thanked him and held the ice pack to her head.
"I can tell you more after what happened." Harley quipped up. Mikayla nodded to Cammie and they both focused their attention to Harley, who was still smiling. "I was busing the tables, so when Catalina was stabbed with the needle, I was back in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes. When I heard Catalina collapse, I had came out to see what it was. Once I saw Catalina passed out, I rushed over to her. That's when the man stabbed me in the arm and I passed out." Mikayla nodded as Cammie finished recording Harley's recollection. During the entire time that she talked, her smile never faded in the slightest.
"Catalina, or Harley, about when was it when the man entered the diner?" Cammie asked.
"I'd have to say it was," Catalina paused to think, "About 10. What time is it now?"
"It's about 11 o'clock now." Cameron replied, looking at his phone.
"Alright. Thank you Catalina and Harley. Now, Cammie, what happened when you came in?" Mikayla asked. Cammie set the record function of her sCAn Pad to record her and placed it on the table. Cammie recollected the events that had transpired from when she first walked into the diner to when Hunter had hit her across the face. When she was done, she saved the recording into her files.
"Hunter, that what you said the man's name was?" Carlos asked, and Cammie nodded in reply. "I can't say I've heard of him. Harley, any relation to the man?" Harley smiled, but she shook her head no.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with anyone with that name." Harley replied in her cheery tone.
"Mikayla, we can trust you and Cammie to find this Hunter and bring him to justice, right?" Carlos sternly asked.
"You can count on us, Carlos. Hunter won't be able to hide from us for long." Mikayla smiled reassuringly. Cammie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Alright, now's a good time to collect my thoughts and reflect on everything that happened. This mysterious man, Hunter, may or may not have been the one who slipped the note under my door, though he might have some relation to it. There are five main questions that come to mind right now. First of all, who is Hunter and how does he know me? I don't recall him from any previous missions that I was personally hired on. Secondly, Hunter had to have know that we'd still be alive, so if he was so bent on keeping his tracks or whatever hidden, why did he leave us alive? Why not kill us, or frame one of us? Just what was so important in my journal that Hunter had to resort to measures like this to steal it? How did Hunter even know about what was in the journal? Finally, how did Hunter even know I was going to be here? He was waiting for me, but it doesn't make any sense for him to wait for me if he didn't know that I was going to even be here. He must have know somehow.
Cammie started back up her sCAn Pad and wrote herself a note with each question on it. She then placed them in a folder titled "Hunter". Another question came to mind, but this time directed to Mikayla. "Mikayla," Cammie began, getting her attention, "If we were out for as long as you said, what were you four doing? Didn't you hear anything alert yous?"
"Well, you see, the walls between the diner and the bar are good sound sponges. It's the same reason why you didn't hear when Catalina collapse on the table or Harley on the floor." Cammie nodded in understanding.
"You still didn't answer my other question. What were you four doing?"
"Well, I had finished up my phone call when Carlotta wanted to show me something. I didn't want to disappoint her by not seeing it, so I went to see it. It was a nice picture that she had drawn. I was about to join you in questioning Catalina when Carlos threw his back out trying to lift something. Luckily, from one of my good friends, I learned a massage technique to help with something like that. That took up the good majority of the time."
"For a man who threw out his back, he seems completely fine."
"Carlos is very tough. He may be in pain, but he's not about to show it. After that, I came into the diner and found you three passed out."
"You didn't call the ambulance or anything?"
"No. Catalina and Harley began to wake up. I rushed over to you to make sure you were fine."
Cammie nodded. "I do have two last questions, Mikayla."
"Go right ahead, Cammie."
"Who called you and what did they want?"
"Oh, right." A look of despair shot across Mikayla's face. Her tone got softer, but more concerned. "It was my sister," She paused, taking a big gulp, "Our defendant is waiting in the Detention Center in the jail."