Spurlock Holmes Chapter 8

After running for some time, the girl became tired, and upon noticing her fatigue, Spurlock's muddied face broke into a familiar smirk. Eventually, she collapsed on the ground. Spurlock, nimble as ever, jumped in the air and landed perfectly on his feet, and after wiping off some mud, he reached for her. "Now, then..." he said. Vincent, who was nearing their location slowly but surely, heard her screams just ahead. He hurried his pace. "That Spurlock's gone too far this time. What would he *gasp* be doing with an M9 9mm Beretta pistol?" As he followed the drag marks to an empty parking lot, he spotted the little girl, tied to a tree. She was wriggling and struggling, but it was no use. Spurlock had won, and he now was standing in front of her, hands on his hips. "Now, tell me who you work for!" She started crying, "What are you talking about? I'm too young to work, don't *sniff* you *snort* know *gasp* about *snotty inhale* child labor laws?" Spurlock's glare turned from interrogative to sympathetic "Dohhh..." he said as looked away. He effortfully forced an angry expression, then turned back to her. Immediately, she stopped crying. He forced a heavy laugh, "Ah HAHAHAHAaa! You know when you've been beaten. Now answer me, or I will continue to laugh at your expense. Ah HAHAHAHAAA..." The little girl interrupted him with her own laughter "AHAHAAAAA HAHA...!" Thoroughly confused, Spurlock tried to maintain his intimidating expression. "What's so funny, you little monkey? Huh?" She pointed at him with her foot, "that face... HEH.. THAT FACE... HAhaa.. is completely RIDICULOUS!" Spurlock's fake angry expression transformed into a real one. " Why you little..." Before Spurlock could finish, he was on the ground once more; this time, a fatter man than he had tackled him. Spurlock glanced up to see Vincent, who was gasping for breath. Spurlock rolled him off, then patted him on the back, "GREG! What kept you? There is no time for dawdling when criminals are on the loose!" Vince peered around at the girl, who had put on a sad puppy face, then back at Spurlock, whose ruffled hair and dirtied cloak gave the illusion of a hobo. Vince shook his head in disgust. "Are you joking around, Mr. Holmes? Because I hardly find this funny..." Spurlock looked confused again, "Whaddya mean, joking? This girl is guilty of crime, all right!" Vince's quizzical look only fueled Spurlock's rant. "Of what crime could this little girl be guilty of? Selling lemonade without a license?!" "Oh, no, no. Even worse than that! She has been cohorting with the man what stole your fancy whatchamacallit!" Vince sighed, "My watch, you mean?" "Yes, the very one!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fairly large black pistol. "And for that she must be PUNISHED!" Vincent yelped and moved away from him, "What the- What in the world is wrong with you?" Spurlock unknowingly pointed the gun at Vince as he spoke, "She's not your average little girl, honest! She's been up to no good! Haven't you, little girl?" She stared back at him "..." Vince carefully pushed the gun away from him, and at the same time pulled out a gun of his own. "Drop the gun, Mr. Holmes." Spurlock looked surprised, "Greg, where'd you get one of those?!" Greg broke a sweat, "I picked it up back there when you dropped it while using your 'homing device'. I don't understand what's going on with you, Spurlock...all I know is that I cannot allow you to harm this defenseless child!" Spurlock smiled, and Vince flinched. "GREAT! Now you can help me punish her!" Vince mimicked Spurlock's look of confusion, "You really have lost it, haven't you? I'M NOT HELPING YOU HARM THIS LITTLE GIRL!" The girl looked from Vincent to Spurlock and back again. She drooped her head, "My name's Tiffany, you know."