Chapter 8

“Who are you?” Dustin asks.

“I think I’ll be asking the questions,” the man says firmly.

“Are you a cop or am I getting robbed?” Dustin ignores the “no questions” order. He’s not sure what would actually suck more. He doesn’t have a lot of money on him to steal and a cop will probably arrest him.

“I’m not going to rob you. Do I look like a criminal?” The man snorts, like he isn’t holding a gun.

“So you’re a cop?” Dustin guesses.

“Something like that. Who are you? And what are you doing at this crime scene?” Possibly-A-Cop guy asks.

“My name’s Dustin McPherson. I was just taking a look,” Dustin says nervously, unsure of how much he should tell this guy.

“Are you a reporter? A student?” That gun isn’t going away; it isn’t shaking. This guy doesn’t even look like he’s nervous..

“Neither,” Dustin admits.

“Then what the hell are you doing here?” the man demands.