Fourth Part : Midnight Mayhem
Derek' s eyes slowly opened and he found himself laying flat on the grass, the bright summer suing down on his face. Suddenly he remembered the huge brawny arms that had snaked around his ned his shoulders, ping off the blood supply to his brain and putting him out. "Tommy! Scott!" Derek yelled, looking for his friends. With horror, Derek realized that his friends' revenge scheme must have goerribly wrong and they were probably ihe trailer up ahead, enduring horrible punishment at the hands of the three rogue roadies they had been stalking.
Derek pulled his cell pho of his pocket and started calling his dad, the police chief. But then Derek remembered the Tasers, handcuffs, and other police equipment which he and his friends had stolen and realized that his dad would kill him if he heard the whole story. Still, he had to do something, so he called his brother Quinn.
Quinn was several years older than Derek and his friends. After high school, he had joihe Marines, and had e home a few months ago with a rock-hard body and a mean-looking buzzcut. He graduated from the state policy academy with honors and had retly joined his father' s small police department. Quinn would know what to do.
Derek got Quinn on the pho home, and the older brother rushed out to the fairgrounds. It was his day off so he was out of uniform, and he didn' t carry his gun off duty, but he still thought of himself as a cop answering a call for help.
Quinn found Derek, who pointed out the trailer and quickly filled his brother in oails. Quinn marched up to the trailer, pounded on the door, and shouted, "Open up, police!"
A few seds later, the door to the trailer flew open auck out his head. "Who are you?" he asked. "You don' t look like the cops."
Quinn held up his badge angrily. "You' re in big trouble, mister," he said. "Suspi of kidnapping, assault, god knows what else. I' m looking for three boys and I want them