All day long in each class Sean had been thinking about the Humvee across the road. As soon classes were done for the day and Randy got out to the track, Sean’s curiosity took charge.
“There’s nobody over there at this time of day. Let’s go take a closer look.”
“Good idea. I’ve always wanted to see one up close.”
Trying to look nonchalant and casual they crossed the road and moved closer to the Humvee. Looking around in all directions, Randy decided it was safe to approach. Sean did his own 360-degree visual survey before giving his OK. Then both sidled up to the vehicle.
“If it’s not locked, we can get inside and check it out.”
“Try the driver’s side door, Randy.”
“Hey, it’s unlocked.”
Once inside, Sean took the back seat and began rummaging around, behind, in front of and under everything.
“What are we looking for, Sean?”
“Anything the police might have missed.”
“When you and I were doing the breakfast dishes Saturday, I overheard that detective tell Mom he was still hadn’t found the gun.”
“What kinda gun was it?”
“I couldn’t hear what he said. Anyhow, after the cop and I found this Humvee, he told me the detective and his boys checked it out and came back empty handed.”
“Those guys don’t miss much.”
Jumping in the driver’s seat, Randy grabbed the steering wheel started making engine sounds and pumping the pedals.
“Randy, pop the hood. I want to look at the engine.”
With Sean outside again, Randy found the hood release under the dash.
“What dja see?”
“It looks pretty complicated, but it’s just like the picture I googled in computer class this morning.”
Randy exited the front seat and joined Sean’s head under the hood.
“Did the picture show you a parts list?”
“Do you know what any of this is?”
“I know where the radiator is and I can see all the belts,”
“Can ya see what the belts do.”
“One of ‘em runs the fan to cool the engine and it looks like the same pulley drives the alternator.”
“OK. I give up.”
“Wait a damn minute, Randy. What ‘s that thing there between the alternator and the intake manifold?”
Pointing at an object that hadn’t been in the googled picture,
“Don’t touch it, Randy. It looks like a gun. Slam the hood down. We better high-tail it over to the Police station and bring that detective back with us.”
Sixteen blocks on a dead run. Randy got there first. Sprinting across the Court House lobby, they both skidded to a stop outside of Police HQ. Bursting into the front office, the Desk Sergeant met them.
“Hey, slow down, you two. What are you doing here? Your shift doesn’t start until Wednesday.”
“We found something. We need to report it. Is DI Perrini here?”