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Authors: Phoebe T. Eggli
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her. He didn’t have many friends in town that she knew of– only guys he worked with at the moving company, but Krissy admitted she probably just didn’t know of his other “druggie” acquaintances.
Suddenly Tanner had a light bulb go off in his head and jumped up from the table, knocking over his soda in the process. “Dude! I got it!” he joyfully announced. “There’s a huge party tonight over at the abandoned warehouse off Conway Avenue. It’s supposed to be THE event of the summer. It’s been hushed up because it’s illegal of course, but that should be a prime location for druggie types to hang out, right? Maybe we can catch up with Mr. Bad News there or find someone who knows him and where he may be?”
They agreed it was definitely a viable alternative to sitting around waiting on Derek to magically reappear. However, they recognized they could get into big time trouble going to the party. Neither Logan’s aunt nor Krissy’s dad would approve. Actually they would probably outright forbid it. Despite hating the idea of lying to Aunt Mel, Logan agreed they had to do this covertly. Since Krissy was already on the cops’ radar due to her known association with Derek and the fact that she worked at the restaurant where everyone became sick, they agreed that she should stay home to help cover for the boys’ absence. Since Tanner knew the teens throwing the party, he could get Logan in. They planned to meet up at 11 p.m. at The Surf Shack and ride over to the warehouse with a couple of Tanner’s stoner friends. Logan wasn’t entirely comfortable with that idea, but knew they would need to blend into the party scene. What better way than to show up with known partiers?
Chapter 12
The plan to infiltrate the party worked like a charm. Tanner even gave Logan an impromptu lesson on how to walk and talk like a beach bum stoner. Logan wasn’t comfortable in the role, but played his role well for a novice. There was a DJ blaring tunes from a makeshift stage at the front of the warehouse and beer kegs set up all around. Within minutes both boys smelled like stale beer as other party goers sloshed their drinks on them as they passed by. Logan inwardly cringed. He knew he would have to throw his clothes away before Aunt Mel got a whiff of them. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the tell-tale odor of pot being smoked wafted around the enclosed warehouse. Yes, this was not Logan’s scene. He desperately wanted to find Derek and get out of there before trouble ensued. Tanner shoved a red Dixie cup into his hand filled with the unmistakable amber liquid of beer. At first he tried to hand it back, but realized he needed something to blend into his surroundings.
The boys walked around aimlessly trying to not look like they were looking for someone. Logan was sure everyone there could tell he didn’t belong. Tanner, on the other hand, knew a bunch of kids. There seemed to be two types of people at the party – beach-going surfer types and the more hard core partiers. Ages seemed to range from early twenties to preteens. Logan didn’t want to know how the younger ones got into the party. As they made their way around the outskirts of the warehouse to scope out the scene, they passed by one tween female in a skimpy tube top and Daisy-duke shorts just as she turned towards the wall to vomit. “Yes,” Logan thought, “this is lovely.”
Tanner appeared to be having a good time as Logan struggled to pretend. It was all he could do not to bolt out the door. Suddenly, Tanner grabbed his arm and hurried towards the far right corner of the warehouse. “There’s the dirt bag,” he proclaimed. He was right. Just a few yards away was Derek McCallie, along with a couple other dudes that looked like they were up to no good. Tanner tried to get closer without revealing themselves so they could listen in on the conversation. He took out his phone, which he’d just gotten back from his
Suddenly Tanner had a light bulb go off in his head and jumped up from the table, knocking over his soda in the process. “Dude! I got it!” he joyfully announced. “There’s a huge party tonight over at the abandoned warehouse off Conway Avenue. It’s supposed to be THE event of the summer. It’s been hushed up because it’s illegal of course, but that should be a prime location for druggie types to hang out, right? Maybe we can catch up with Mr. Bad News there or find someone who knows him and where he may be?”
They agreed it was definitely a viable alternative to sitting around waiting on Derek to magically reappear. However, they recognized they could get into big time trouble going to the party. Neither Logan’s aunt nor Krissy’s dad would approve. Actually they would probably outright forbid it. Despite hating the idea of lying to Aunt Mel, Logan agreed they had to do this covertly. Since Krissy was already on the cops’ radar due to her known association with Derek and the fact that she worked at the restaurant where everyone became sick, they agreed that she should stay home to help cover for the boys’ absence. Since Tanner knew the teens throwing the party, he could get Logan in. They planned to meet up at 11 p.m. at The Surf Shack and ride over to the warehouse with a couple of Tanner’s stoner friends. Logan wasn’t entirely comfortable with that idea, but knew they would need to blend into the party scene. What better way than to show up with known partiers?
Chapter 12
The plan to infiltrate the party worked like a charm. Tanner even gave Logan an impromptu lesson on how to walk and talk like a beach bum stoner. Logan wasn’t comfortable in the role, but played his role well for a novice. There was a DJ blaring tunes from a makeshift stage at the front of the warehouse and beer kegs set up all around. Within minutes both boys smelled like stale beer as other party goers sloshed their drinks on them as they passed by. Logan inwardly cringed. He knew he would have to throw his clothes away before Aunt Mel got a whiff of them. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the tell-tale odor of pot being smoked wafted around the enclosed warehouse. Yes, this was not Logan’s scene. He desperately wanted to find Derek and get out of there before trouble ensued. Tanner shoved a red Dixie cup into his hand filled with the unmistakable amber liquid of beer. At first he tried to hand it back, but realized he needed something to blend into his surroundings.
The boys walked around aimlessly trying to not look like they were looking for someone. Logan was sure everyone there could tell he didn’t belong. Tanner, on the other hand, knew a bunch of kids. There seemed to be two types of people at the party – beach-going surfer types and the more hard core partiers. Ages seemed to range from early twenties to preteens. Logan didn’t want to know how the younger ones got into the party. As they made their way around the outskirts of the warehouse to scope out the scene, they passed by one tween female in a skimpy tube top and Daisy-duke shorts just as she turned towards the wall to vomit. “Yes,” Logan thought, “this is lovely.”
Tanner appeared to be having a good time as Logan struggled to pretend. It was all he could do not to bolt out the door. Suddenly, Tanner grabbed his arm and hurried towards the far right corner of the warehouse. “There’s the dirt bag,” he proclaimed. He was right. Just a few yards away was Derek McCallie, along with a couple other dudes that looked like they were up to no good. Tanner tried to get closer without revealing themselves so they could listen in on the conversation. He took out his phone, which he’d just gotten back from his
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