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    Mordecai followed close by. He just wanted to be there for Silas. Mordecai trotted inside and sighed. He yawned and stretched before shaking his fur. Mordecai was scared the ambulance would find them and accuse Silas or himself. Mordecai looked over at the boy. All he wanted to do was hold the boy and tell him it would all be okay. Mordecai wasn’t even sure if it really would be okay, and he didn’t want to lie to Silas. Mordecai’s ears went back and he jumped onto the couch by Silas. He laid down in Silas’s lap and licked his hand.

    Although they wouldn’t rest easy, at least they could sleep now, thought Silas. Feeling the rise and fall of Mordecai’s breaths as the wolf lay upon his lap, Silas dozed off into an uneasy sleep, his dreams lapsing back repeatedly to the blood scene that had burned its way into his fragile and impressionable mind.

    Mordecai looked up at Silas, feeling something different about him. He shifted and nudged Silas. “Silas, wake up.” He muttered. He must be having a bad dream. Mordecai squeezed Silas’s hand. “Silas.”

    Silas woke with a start, writhing and squirming on the sofa. He wasn’t in his bed, he noticed instantly, then he turned and bared his teeth. Oh. It was just Mordecai. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I was having a nightmare,” he added quickly, making a face.

    Mordecai nodded. “Yeah, it looked like it.” He said. “Do you want to talk about it?” Mordecai offered. He sat next to Silas and kept a hold of his hand. He didn’t want to let go for some reason. Mordecai smiled at Silas some, hoping it would provide the other boy peace.

    “Yeah, it’s just... that scene keeps coming back. Of the guy in the lake. It felt like a dream, but it’s gotta be real, right...?” Silas drifted off, lost in his own thoughts momentarily before slipping back to where he was. “Who would do such a thing? I know I keep repeating that. But really, why? I wonder what the man did, and why they’re trying to frame me for it. And how the hell did they know about our family heirloom?”

    Mordecai looked at him sadly. He had no idea how evil the world could be. “Silas.” He said sadly and held Silas’s face gently. “You have to stop thinking like that. It’s not uncommon for people to be killed.” Mordecai said. “We need to stay focused on catching whoever caused all this. They want us to get messed up from it all.”

    “I-you’re right... I can’t get caught up in this. That’s what the killer wants to happen. I need to rest easy, and you should too— don’t worry about me,” he reminded Mordecai, giving him a gentle pat on the head. “Let’s go back to sleep. We’ll face whatever we need to face in the morning.”

    The night passed with no event, but the next morning the duo were awakened to a pounding on the door. “Open up!” Called a commanding voice of a cop. “We have some questions for you.” Silas blinked sleepily and made his way to the door. “Hello?”

    Mordecai freaked out hearing the knocking. He shifted back to a human and watched Silas walk to the door. Mordecai grew uneasy. He watched the door closely and stayed on the couch. Mordecai forced himself to relax so he would seem less suspicious.

    Silas reclined gently against the doorway, appearing calm and collected when the police came to interview the duo. "May I step in?" the man inquired. He was heavyset, with a wide body and a graying beard to match his aged appearance. "Yeah, go right ahead," Silas gestured to him. "What are you asking questions about?"


    "The murder last night. I'm sure you've seen it on the news this morning-- Sutherlin's first murder," murmured the cop. Silas felt a black hole sink into his stomach, like an anvil of emptiness. "Uhh, yeah. Come right in."

    Mordecai tried to think of what they were going to say to the cop. Was he about to accuse the two boys for the murder? He thought about everything last night, yeah, they looked sketchy, but something should be there in the evidence to show why they wouldn’t have done it.

    Silas welcomed the cop onto the couch, and the man took a comfortable seat, although his back remained as rigid as a catholic teacher's ruler, and he remained rigid throughout the entire session, like an unblinking marble statue. Silas figured this was equally stressful for the both of them, but it was worrying-- because if they could find no one to blame, then the blame would easily shift to Mordecai and Silas for the murder.


    His suspicions were confirmed when the cop spoke. "You two are suspects for the murder of John Turingham last night at the Sutherlin Dockhouse." Silas nodded slowly worst fears still rising in his gut.

    Mordecai wasn’t sure how to respond. How do you respond to hearing you’re now a suspect? Mordecai bit his lip. “Is there anything about the case we can know?” He asked.

    "Your DNA is the most recent on the boat. We didn't get a trace of anyone else's. Several members of this apartment also spotted you two returning with a knife to this room last night," the policeman finished with a satisfactory flourish of his hand. He looked smug, as if he'd already caught the perpetrators of the heinous crime.


    "We didn't do anything wrong! We were just in a bad place at a bad time," Silas tried to explain, but the cop gave him a sharp look of distaste. "I'd like you to know that this house is surrounded. Feel free to discuss what you'd like to say in court," he added.


    "Come to the bedroom with me. I have an idea," Silas murmured to Mordecai.

    Mordecai looked at Silas and nodded. He followed him to Silas’s room and started pacing as he tried thinking about what to do. He was mad at himself for thinking there wouldn’t be any trouble with the cops. They should’ve been more careful. “What if we show the guy the knife? He can do fingerprints on that, right?” Mordecai said to Silas quietly. “What if we told him the story of what happened? How you got robbed?”

    “He would never believe us. Who the hell robs someone and then kills someone with the knife they robbed from them. It seems... improbable. So I only have one idea. It sounds like they’re ready to arrest us. I was thinking we morph into wolves and pretend to be dogs. Then the policemen will have no idea where we went. They’ll just think we disappeared mysteriously, leaving behind our two dogs. How does that sound for a plan?” He winked at Mordecai, trying to erase his nerves.

    Mordecai smiled at Silas. “Let’s hope they don’t know about werewolves.” Mordecai chuckled. He shifted into his wolf form and shook his fur. He looked up at Silas and waited for him to do the same.

    Silas quickly morphed into his wolf form. Then he lay down on the floor and waited for the policemen to discover the two. In mere moments, the door opened and the policemen began searching the house. Silas winced as they made their way through his private drawers, but there was nothing he could do about it. so he was forced to merely sit and watch. "They got two dogs, huh," grunted the cop. It had worked! Silas sighed with relief. "Let's go," he whispered to Mordecai.