Wendell was sitting in the back of one of the police cars, a bloody bandage wrapped around his head and not looking too happy to be on display, which was completely understandable given the circumstances. Although Elvie had called it Wendell’s car, we all knew it actually belonged to his father. We also knew Wendell was only allowed to drive it if he promised to be careful, which he obviously hadn’t been or the car wouldn’t be scattered all over Hardman’s yard. Wendell’s father really loved that car, and the look of shock and terror on Wendell’s face was understandable. As we passed the cruiser we all gave him a sympathetic look, wondering if this was going to be the last time we would see Wendell alive.
With this in mind we hung around for a bit, you know, just to give moral support for our friend and not because we were burning with curiosity to find out what had happened. But then we noticed Hardman was in full on lecture mode with the cops about how reckless kids were always racing up and down the street ignoring the speed limit, which was way too high to begin with, and it was only by shear luck that none of the peaceful upstanding hardworking tax paying citizens such as himself had been killed already. When Hardman started pointing in our direction and we heard the words ‘Other Culprits’ we decided it was past time we made ourselves scarce.
Not that our fast vanishing act helped. Not ten minutes later, no doubt directed to our door by Hardman, a cop was inside my kitchen wanting a witness statement. I think we finally managed to convince him that we were nowhere near the scene, in spite of Hardman’s insistence we were obviously involved. I’m pretty sure we weren't as successful convincing him that Wendell was normally a careful driver, probably because of the debris field on Hardman’s lawn proving otherwise. Finally, after leaving a card in case we wanted to add anything pertinent to the investigation (read 'change our story'), the police left. Wendell, no doubt having been offered a free lift to his doom by one of the attending police officers, was gone by that point. A tow truck was busy cleaning up what was left of the car. Two hours later everything but Hardman’s hedge was back to boring normal again so my friends called it a day and went home, which was too bad because they missed what happened next.
I was channel surfing, hoping to find an action movie that wasn’t part of the fast and furious franchise, or at least one I hadn’t seen 12 times already, when there was a knock on the door. I thought one of my friends had come back for something, but when I opened it was...
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