SWNOVELS Chapter 9
“So you think our kidnappers are zombies or ghouls?” Mark queried as he motioned to chairs in front of his desk when he and the brothers walked into his office. “Have a seat.” Mark sat behind his desk.
The brothers eyed the available chairs; two were normal, and the other was a pink Paw Patrol moon chair. The twins smiled among themselves and beat Oliver to the regular chairs. Oliver gave them a dirty look before sitting down very gingerly in the mood chair. He yelped when the seat sucked him in. The twins smirked at their baby brother’s situation before turning their attention to Mark.
“We read the local newspapers about the grave robberies,” explained Arvel. “And you either have a zombie apocalypse or ghouls.”
Mark chuckled at a thought. “Sauk Village presents High Zombies. Coming on April 8th, 2018,” The Brits simultaneously tilted their heads and raised their brows at him. Mark cleared his throat and looked down at his paperwork. “It’s a police joke.”
Oliver tried to sit up straight. “Mark, please understand that the odds of finding your father alive are low.”
Mark fought back the tears, understanding what the brothers will need to do. “If... If my dad is... Please let my family bury his body in our family’s cemetery,” a lone tear ran down his right cheek when he looked up at the brothers. “I want you to burn whatever the son of a bitch the monster is with acid.”
Alvin leaned forward with a serious face. “Mark, you have our word. We will blow their heads right off of their shoulders.”
Mark sadly smiled. “Oh! I want you and your friends to be careful around my bosses. They think you’re not real agents; even though, you’re not. They want to do background checks on your numbers. So watch your backs.”
“Thanks, Mark,” spoke Oliver while trying to get comfortable in his seat. “I swear this is a child’s chair.”
“It is,” snickered Mark. “It’s my three-year-old niece’s chair. She loves Paw Patrol. Her favorite dog is Chase.”
“And not Marshall?” Arvel gasped with wide eyes. “Dude, Marshall is the backbone of the show. Without him, the show is boring.”
The other men shifted their eyes towards Arvel.
“Since when did you like baby shows?” asked Alvin.
Arvel cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair to catch his gaffe. “It, uh, was the only show that was on.”
“Okay, Baby Arvel,” laughed Oliver.
Arvel gave Oliver a bitchface. “You’re the one in the baby seat and not me, Oli-boy,” he remarked and stood up from his seat. He heard a deep howling in the distance. His body stiffed with fear.
“You guys are comedians,” Mark laughed at Arvel’s comment while Oliver snarled at his brother.
Alvin sensed that something was wrong with his twin when he glanced up at him. “Arvel?”