The mysterious Mr. Martin
Brayden's weird dream caused his poor sleeping last night. Brayden knew it was just a dream but just the thought of one of his neighbors killing him had him concerned. Brayden got up and got himself something for breakfast. Brayden then went over to Jack's house and knocked. Jack answered, but he looked a bit queasy. Brayden was more concerned now, so he asked, "Wow, Jack, you look real sick. Are you alright?" Jack nodded. "Yeah, I just ate a lot of ice cream last night and I just got it out of my system. It almost felt as if I were drunk or something." Brayden gave Jack a serious look. "Were you drunk last night?" Jack quickly shook his head. "No! I don't drink except for on special occasion." Brayden was convinced. "Alright, I believe you."
Jack sighed as if he were relieved. Brayden still was concerned about him if he were drunk or something. Jack then asked Brayden, "Hey, would you like to meet someone I think is on drugs? She calls herself 'Crazy Woman.' But, you'll see why." Jack took Brayden to Crazy Woman's house and he knocked. Crazy Woman answered and she shouted, "What?! Who is it?! Oh, Jack! Sorry, how are you?"
"I'm doing fine. This is Brayden Gulligan, he just moved here." Brayden held his hand out and Crazy Woman shook it. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am." Brayden said. "It's nice to meet you as well, Brayden." Crazy Woman replied. Jack asked, "Are you feeling alright?" Crazy Woman nodded. "Oh, yes. I'm feeling great today. I've just got to eat some lunch."
Jack and Brayden looked at each other. "Well, we'll let you be then, so, we'll see you later." Jack commented. "Alright then, bye." Crazy Woman said, she then shut the door and Brayden and Jack walked back to the spot in between their houses. Brayden then spotted a pile of cigarettes right next to Jack's house and he was curious, so he asked, "Jack, why the heck is there a pile of cigarettes next to your house?" Jack looked at the cigarettes and said, "They were lying all over the place, so I decided to pile them up and then put them all in the trash at once. I just haven;t gotten a chance to throw them away yet." Brayden was convinced again. "Alright, just have them cleaned by tomorrow." Jack was nervous but he held that emotion back and said, "I'll clean them up as soon as possible." Brayden walked back to his house to think about Jack and those cigarettes that were lying on the ground at his house. He kept thinking thoughts like, Did Jack lie to my face about smoking? and What else does he do, abuse drugs or something?! Brayden still didn't know what to think about Jack. Jack does some good things, and then he does some bad things is what it seems like. All of the thoughts in Brayden's mind kept him up at night because he was thinking so much about Jack.
Brayden looked out one of his windows and saw the cigarettes were cleaned up but there was now a wheelbarrow outside of Jack's house. Jack must have just bought it or something, or it could be a gift from someone. That was one more thing to think about, what is inside of that wheelbarrow? It's probably just dirt but it could be something much worse. Brayden was thinking that the dirt could possibly be human ashes, but as a policeman, he has to think some of the weirdest things that could be possible to stop a possible crime, and that is exactly what he's going to do.
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