Kenneth couldn't help but overhear what was being said on the phone. He had been in the police station with his father, who was on business, although he wasn't a cop.
The rental lounge on the mountain, he thought to himself, I should go along to help.
As the cops were leaving Kenneth slipped into one of the cop cars, easy since this was that buffoon Mitch. The cops stopped to pick up some guy named Steve and they continued to the lounge.
Once they were there Kenneth slipped out of the car and looked around, through the wind and rain he could see a gut standing under a tree and another almost at the door to the lounge.
Kenneth smirked and pulled out his cellphone, intending to call his friends, he could tell this was going to be good, and dangerous.
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